M - Merry people singing Christmas carols
E - Evergreen trees decorated with baubles and lights
R - Reindeer pulling sleighs through the snow
R - Reindeer decorations decorating the yard
Y - Yuletide logs burning in the fireplace
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C - Children sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what they want
H - Happy people having festive parties
R- Red and green sweaters everywhere
I - Icicles hanging from the trees
S - Stockings hung with care by the fireplace
T - Tananbaum stands tall and proud
M - Many people say Happy Holidays
A - Angel sitting on top of the tree
S - Santa bellows HO HO HO! To everyone, he knows
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This is a very creative poem about christmas along with the words.
That is so festive. Well done.
I love a good acrostic! Hope you enjoy the Christmas holidays! ☺️👍 🌲
And Santa knows everyone.
Ho ho ho! Loved your festive poem! Merry Christmas!
nicely said and Merry Christmas to you, too
It’s almost here!!! Lovely sentiments, Mother.
Thank you for the Merry Christmas😊💕❤️
Fabulous!!! Merry Christmas, Mother Combs!!!
Very merry Christmassy, Sharon! Thanks for putting me in the holiday mood.
Lovely Acrostic, Mother. Merry Christmas!