It's close to see

Feel the sweet relief of no school

Curled up under the blankets to sleep

No sound comes from a honey bee

Putting Christmas lights up requires a tool

Families come to see each other

Listening to tunes from a radio station

Some families wish they could trade up for another

Christmas is celebrated by half the nation

Cold winter air chills you to the bone

Presents set under the tree

Apple cider is sweet to taste

No more school till next year so we are free

Many desserts go to waste