I'm going down to Upland for Christmas
where two tiny elves, Lilly and Rose,
wait for Santa in the blue-collar town
of California's orange-grove history.

Cherubic, beguiling, flower-faces;
with sky-blue orbs twinkling, see me
as if I'm really something special
and I am special--their own
silver crowned Christmas angel--

As the resident grandmother;
I help mom and dad make a tradition,
a strong foundation the children remember;
connecting our history with hopeful future.

Lilly shines belief, the same one I left behind
when I grew from child to woman. She shares
that shine with me and once again I fall in love.
Baby Rose follows Lilly in everything, taking
her cue on what we do from her older sister.

Mom and I help the children leave milk
and cookies for Mr. Claus and a carrot
for Rudolph. When the children go to bed
and are fast asleep we nibble and drink...
pile presents under tinseled boughs.

Our celebration is for the children,
if you're good and very lucky, you'll have
some joyful sprites of your own to help
you recall the golden shine of Christmas.