When It's Christmas

When the mountains are capped with glimmering snow,

And all the small critters have new coats to go show

When the creeks and the rivers all turn to clear glass,

And just underneath are the Trout and the Bass

When the bears are all slumbered deep in their homes,

And light-up reindeer have replaced lawn gnomes

When all pets are brought in to be saved from the cold,

And all winter decor has been hastily sold

When all signs of heat have escaped to the past,

And synthetic fires are turned on at last

When cold fingers are thawed with a cup of cocoa,

Then, only then, is it Christmas, you'll know.