Christmas Breakfast
Humbled hands are folded to pray
This blessed dawn of Christmas Day.
Morning sunlight has kissed the snow
Hearts awaken and stay aglow.
Young children start to walk down the stair,
Warmly dressed, having combed their hair.
Into the kitchen is where I begin
The fixings for this Celebration.
I fill all the teacups to the brim
While singing softly my favorite hymn.
Warm pancakes with nutmeg -gently spiced
Smell delightful and taste quite nice.
Happy faces will gather round
The breakfast table with joyful sound.
We share our good thoughts and prayers out loud
Among the angels in our happy crowd.
In the near distance church bells ring
All morning long for Christ our King.
God's Child is the true Light to embrace
Having changed our hearts with abundant grace.
At our Christmas breakfast we smile and cheer
Thankful for this season each time of every year.
Julie Pisacane © 2008
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