Oh, Christmas Eve Morn,
The day finally here.
A most special day,
That comes once a year.

The bestest of time,
First thing in the morn,
The day is still dark,
The casa is warm.

A smell of eggs rising,
And apples galore,
Tasty treat for a journey,
That is starting to pour.

A comforting scent
Wafts through the room
And washes away
Any remnant ol’ gloom.

For Christmas is coming,
The most fun of days;
For everyone celebrates
In their own special way.

And here we are making
Inside four-oh-one,
An apple-puff pancake–
Oh goody, oh yum!


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