Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.

Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played all seasons,
Making skinny scarecrows and fat snowmen, like blizzards of no reason.

Horses were a common sight in the area, like the pastel beauty of dawn.
The Morrises had yet to aquire one, like black velvet, once moon is gone.

Flexible friends frolicked with Violet and Edna, like thrills of the first fall;
And they forever frisked and flitted, like fall's harmonized, colorful brawl.

Fickle frost didn't deter family, who bore fruit cakes and Christmas cheer;
And delicious fudge and fond memories, in the final moments of the year.

Edna lived in the house of pretty music, of tireless redbird song, each day;
And raspy croaking and invisible crickets, wiling rare, golden hours away.

Sleek ravens roamed skies, richly blue, alighting and cawing in cypresses,
On shady, emerald, Raspberry Road, where ladies strolled, in silk dresses.

Nobody did nicer knitting than Norma, next door neighbor of their hearts,
Who gave neat gifts on novel birthdays, like spring, ruing ever being apart.

Edna and Violet loved sledding in winter, so fit for the area's many slopes.
Their dream was to own a red sleigh. Yet poverty can destroy many hopes!

Parachute blooms bailed out, while the 'scale trees' were up to things fishy;
And 'water caltrops' acted nutty, as 'dancing plants' waltzed to sun, cheery.

Purple 'Victoria lilies' lauded triumph, near 'golf ball' plants, on the green;
As 'jellyfish trees' stayed rooted in reality, with red butterflies on the scene.

Summer's raucous party was long over, crowded out by pretty colors of fall,
Whose own footsteps were soon dogged by winter, like rainbows of recall.

Though joyful Christmas was nearing, Violet and Edna asked for sleds, only,
Because a sleigh was forever out of reach; like stars, when moon is lonely.

And anyhow, blue world kept turning as ever, 'round saffron sun, its usher;
Until blest Christmas Eve had arrived, just when all with snow, was covered.

Violet and Edna were having fun with snowballs, as jolly music was heard;
At first very faint, but pulsing louder, like the newly risen, pink dawn birds.

Or like the gladness of the sweetest season, steadily growing more intense;
As the red sunset world dreams again, of peace and love, in joyful suspense.

Suddenly, a red, surprise sleigh appeared, with its horse, driven by Father,
With many bells around its neck, ringing. The girls shrieked and hollered!

Father said that he'd bought it all from a neighbor, with no further use of it;
And he'd painted the sleigh red himself, like colorful fall, vanishing for a bit.

'Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh, O
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.'