Christmas in Oregon

A Winter's Tale of Festive Grace

In Oregon, where pines stand tall, A Christmas day, a festive call. Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A peaceful hush, a moment rare.

Beneath the mountains, grand and white, The towns aglow with festive light. In Portland streets, the lights entwine, With laughter, joy, in crisp design.

The Willamette gently flows, Beneath the bridges, softly glows. With Christmas cheer, the waters shine, Reflecting lights that intertwine.

In homes, the fires crackle bright, Against the cold, December night. Families gather, hearts entwined, In love and warmth, they're all combined.

The scent of fir, fresh in the room, Mixed with cookies, a sweet perfume. Stockings hung, with care and glee, Beside the twinkling Christmas tree.

Children's laughter fills the air, As snowball fights show little care. Angels in snow, with widespread wings, In winter's chill, their laughter rings.

From Astoria to Bend, a cheer, A unity, end of year. In nature's grace, they all partake, With sleigh rides by the frozen lake.

And as the night draws to a close, In Oregon's embrace, a peaceful doze. A Christmas day, both bright and clear, A celebration, year to year.

So here's to Christmas in this land, Where nature's beauty, hand in hand, With festive joy, and hearts so light, Makes Oregon's Christmas purely bright.