Personality Creations Christmas

Christmas Story Book

The North Wind whistles through the street
And swirls the dust around our feet
It stings our faces when we meet
A gust of snow or ice sleet

It scutters round the market place
Among the stalls of fruit and lace
And tugs each cover from its base
As owners to the rescue race

And as their goods blow all about
We hear the chestnut seller shout
On this cold day there is no doubt
His chestnuts hot will soon sell out

And while we're crowding round to buy
We see the bags and papers fly
A big balloon goes whirling high
The wind has tossed it to the sky

Our shopping finished, cheeks aglow
We battle through the North Wind's blow
With streaming scarves and heads bent low
It's very gladly home we go.