A Hallelujah Christmas

A Hallelujah Christmas

I am a grouchy old grandma, grumpy right down to the bone,

I creak, and I croak, and I cramp, and I crykie, and crackle out every last moan.

But, I do love presents at Christmas time, and visions of old Saint Nick,

Some how, at Christmas, I feel so happy, I could just give grandpa a kick.

I don’t want fancy, I don’t want wancy, or wincy, or wimpy, or wazzle,

Those cheapity, cheap, cheap, or wee willie winkies, or wire and wrappings that dazzle.

I want you, and you , and you ,alone, to come to my house and be near me,

I want to see your heart grow big, and your smiling eyes not teary.

A pinch to grow an inch, a prayer so we’re not scared,

And to waffle our noses in snow,

To hear the jingle, and watch the laughter, go clear to the ends of our toes.

A brightness not bought, at the base of the tree, a tickling right down to the heart,

In quietness, quietness,

Oh so silent night,

Really knowing we’re never apart.