Yipppeeeee-Ki-Yay, it’s Christmas Day
The world is celebrating today
The day has finally come,
The homes are decorated,
The Christmas trees are filled with lights,
The festivities are on and everything is bright,
The shepherds and the Magi have seen the light.
The birth of the Christ child is celebrated today,
Yipppeeeee-Ki-Yay, it's Christmas Day.
The gifts are decorated around the tree,
As children dance around in glee.
The baubles are colorful and bright,
The colors sparkle with the lights.
The Christmas feeling is in the air today.
The children are laughing and playing today,
Yipppeeeee-Ki-Yay, it's Christmas Day.
The Christmas logs and the chicken roast,
Are placed on the large filled dining tables,
A good break from sausage, eggs, and toast.
The mince pies and the cakes are on display,
In the large shop windows on Christmas day.
The young and the old are celebrating today,
Yipppeeeee-Ki-Yay, it's Christmas Day.
Snow is falling and the city is a pristine white,
Children play in the snow with fun and delight.
The Christmas spirits are joyful and free,
With lovely decorations around the tree.
The love of Christmas joy is in the air today,
Yipppeeeee-Ki-Yay, it's Christmas Day.
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Warren Brown
Warren Brown is an Independent Author and Publisher. Warren is a Life Coach, Writing Coach, Blogger, YouTuber, Artist and Copywriter. Warren lives in London.
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