White Carpet

So I wake up,
Feeling the chills,
Get on with the routine,
Doing my thing,
Then take a peek outside,
And I see the splendor,
Of God's Creation,
Its that time again,
No, its not the sun,
Blinding my eyes,
No, its not the greens,
That soothe my senses,

Its that time,
The birds fly south for,
Its that time,
The squirrels gather nuts year round for,
Its that time,
That makes Christmas so special,
I am delighted to see it again,
As if the Father is gonna descend,
And the earth is covered with
A White Carpet