CHRISTMAS SOMETHING

There's a Christmas something in the air,
That makes me warm inside,
I've tried to figure what it is,
But I just can't quite decide.

It looks like snow and tinsel stars,
It seems like everyone's dream,
But I'm wide awake instead.

It tinkles like a million bells,
It rattles and it rustles,
It moves so fast; It's hard to see,
Cause everybody hustles.

I guess it's made of magic,
Cause it doesn't seem to stay,
But I'm going to keep my fingers crossed,
Long after Christmas Day.

1969 AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland