Years ago at Christmas time

The angel hair we would unwind.

We would put it on the tree

I would get it all over me.

The sight was so beautiful to behold

Looking through the window in the cold.

The colored lights would shine

Like glory so divine.

As children we could hardly wait

For Santa to come down the fireplace.

The story of the rain deer and the sleigh

Went this way:

They would fly through the sky

With sleep in the children's eyes.

Then Santa would arrive on time

With that gift of mine.

Pixie dust everywhere

On the land and in the air.

The powdered stuff fell on me

Then I could plainly see.

The rain deer in the night,

And Santa in the fire light.

Pixie dust everywhere

Can't you hear?

Look at that angel hair

And the old man in the chair.

Isn't that Santa sitting there

Just passed the angel hair?

The powdered stuff on the chair,

And on the tree angel hair!

Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©

Background graphics by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©