There's a little tradition on Thanksgiving
In which the family and each guest
Takes a turn before the dinner
To tell how their lives are blessed.

Each person speaks of gratitude

OY! YE FAITHFUL
Edward Iacona

The tree is down, the decorations stored
And a new year has come at last.
The celebrations are all over,

A SMILE

Once again it’s that time of year
Most all are filled with holidays cheer
Thinking of the gifts they get no doubt
Has the world forgotten what it’s all about

As I feel the cold air
I see the frost on the grass
The leaves are almost gone from the tree
As I think to myself
What am I going to do for christmas
I went inside as the warm are hit my face
I see that the christmas tree is almost up
As I go to the storage I see old lights
I took the lights in the livingroom
We decorated the tree
My mother fix some hot coco
Now that I think to myself
I now this is going to be a great Christmas day

In the melodious depths of Winter haze
As onto the fields of tranquil white we gaze
From o'er snow clad distance hills so far away
Floats the merry sound of God's children at play.