YULETIDE GATHERING

 

On the oak and iron studded door

There hung a wreath of yuletide

That was so pleasing to the eye

It seemed to welcome you inside

 

The hallway was lit with candles

Of every shape, size, and hue

And tasteful Christmas decorations

Seemed to be constantly in view

 

Down the entire length of the stairs

Entwining the polished mahogany

Garlands of holly and evergreen

Filled the scene most sumptuously

 

The drawing room was minimalist

Each decoration chosen with care

The focal point was the mantelpiece

And the little stocking hanging there

 

In the corner stood a mighty tree

Festively decked in all its glory

But there was more to the gathering

Than just the Christmas story

 

Every face bore a relaxed smile

Such was the festive atmosphere

And so proud was the hostess

But not just for the festive cheer

 

For this was the first Christmas

For their newborn son and heir

And so proud was the mother

Of her newborn son so fair