T’was the eighth day of December
And the children, each with glee,
Went about crafting candy canes
With which to decorate the tree.
The colors were many and mixed,
Each cane had a unique flair,
And all were twisted and shaped,
With much excitement and care.
Then one, with an idea so bright,
Began folding and cutting some paper,
Creating two doves without flight,
To nest in the tree and delight her.
Now the tree sparkles and twinkles,
The lights playing at hide and seek.
And the children’s smiles grow wider,
Whenever they just take a peek.
To the KING be all the glory!
Hahahahaha.