'Tis that time of the year, the season of joy and cheer, when the hopes are high, and the reindeer’s fly, with dreams in hand, from the promised land. 'Tis that time of the year, bundled under a Christmas tree, decorated with loads of glee. when the stars shine, when the candy canes are aligned, when the socks go up the chimney, in wait of a secret company. 'Tis that time of the year, when blessings travel far and near, when families come together, to celebrate, sing and honour, the birth of a child, today, we all call father. ‘Tis that time of the year, when stories are reminisced, when fables are recited, when traditions are passed on, some new, some old, some from the generations gone. 'Tis that time of the year, when hymns & carols fill the air, when tranquility descends everywhere, when the cold wind blows, with a passing glow, of a promise to the listener, of good times with Christmas. 'Tis that time of the year, the season of joy and cheer.