The lights glimmer, as the tinsel shines.
The ornaments Hang from fresh smelling pine.
The mistletoe dangles in wait
of an unwitting victim.
The participant stands
Hoping and willing.
The presents are wrapped,
The bows are attached.
Names are written of the ones we love,
In ballpoint pen, perhaps even pencil.
The season is here.
The season of love.
Family gathers, for the season we love.