Christmastime at Mark's Museum

There's a string of lights on Barbie's arm. A Lionel train hums low and

warm. Vintage games stacked by the tree. There's echoes of laughter and revelry.

The room shines bright from the color wheel. The decorations hold a warm and

fuzzy feel. Christmas memories and tales to tell. The season's joys are here to

dwell. Snow taps gently on the window pane. Like memories asking

to come in again. It's Christmastime at Mark's Museum. Where yesterday still

feels brand new. Every toy's got a fuzzy glow. And memories find a place to

grow. From windup dreams to paper crowns. We gather round the joy we've