The hearth last night laid so bare,
the flames could not stay it’s shiver,
then I looked at the calendar there,
thus, I asked the décor to come hither,
to the thing that’s been my friend,
I shall let no warmth be missed,
a toast, let their happiness never end,
as I start with my tinselitis!
The walls stated their plain sorrow,
as their colours seemed so drained,
let there be no tears for tomorrow,
for now, there are like glass-stained,
windows, I will get to you next,
like the hearth and walls, you’ll glitz,
brocaded with reams of joyous text,
as I continue with tinselitis!
That corner wept with silent mood,
it’s tears said, fill me with Fir,
I did as I was told, it’s smile renewed,
thus, it sings brightly, a happy purr,
as does the sideboard, and passageway,
they sparkle with a festive kiss,
showing a fantastic looking display,
because of continued tinselitis!
The last to call upon it’s change,
is the trusted dinner table,
it’s yearning will soon be re-arranged,
to look like a Bethlehemian stable,
but for now, let me help the pantry,
with those meats, sweets, and fizz,
then I’ll aid you to roar so grandly,
when I complete my tinselitis!