Grandparents Made December Cozy

Grandma lit the candles, soft glow on the wall. Stories by the

fire, I can still recall. Grandpa's woolen sweater, scratchy but kind.

Wrap me in December with peace in my mind.

Oh, they made December cozy, with laughter, love and tea.

Every blanket, every cookie was a gift they gave to me.

Through the frost and fall and snow, their warmth would always show.

Grandparents made December cozy, and I'll never let it go. Grandma baked a

gingerbread, sweet spice in the air. Grandpa strung the