By Carol Smith

Here is to Christmas and all of its fun
Here is to sleighs that by reindeer are run
Here is to handing out gifts one by one
Here is to not landing in debt when you’re done

Here is to Santa on whose lap hope sits
Here is to parties served up on a Ritz
Here is to switching to warm woolen mitts
Here is to pitching assembly required fits

Here is to sea salty caramelly chews
Here is to bourbon laced egg noggy brews
Here is to buffing your tray’s silver hues
Here is to stuffing your dry turkey blues

Here is to those who still write the North Pole
Here is to toes who oppose lumps of coal
And here’s to not waiting for the old year to roll
To start celebrating the child in your soul!