O, cinnamon, nutmeg, peppermint, thyme,
A season of joy, of song and of rhyme!
Families are gathered, our friends ring the bell,
Schedules are hectic, as calendars tell.
I'm stuffed to the gills with cookies and treats,
Shopping's a chore — oh, my poor aching feet!
O, cinnamon, nutmeg, peppermint, thyme,
A season of joy, of song and of rhyme!
Cooking and cleaning and stringing up lights,
Boxing and wrapping till late in the night;
For children and nephews — don't let me forget,
I haven't bought gifts for my own husband yet!
O, cinnamon, nutmeg, peppermint, thyme,
A season of joy, of song and of rhyme!
There's parties and carols, a turkey to bake,
Some dancing and gaming and skating on lakes;
A snowfall, a snowball, and scraping the walks,
Hot cider and teacups at fireside talks.
O, cinnamon, nutmeg, peppermint, thyme,
A season of joy, of song and of rhyme!
Each year I claim I'll cut back on the chores,
But when the time comes, I do even more;
Dreaming of days yet, when yesterday's past,
And then I'll bemoan how time goes too fast!
O, cinnamon, nutmeg, peppermint, thyme,
A season of joy, of song and of rhyme!
© by Liz Rhodebeck.
Used with the author’s permission.
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