As the scent of giving thanks barely fading
the pagan festival of winter begins
Yonder breaks and timbers a mighty evergreen
crack, tumble and falling gently
upon clouds of driven snow with a flurry
Sugarplum fairies and nutcrackers sweet dance
We frolic with our wide-eyes lit by stars
twirling ’round and ’round garlands green
holly and the ivy adorning branches
testimony to the cycle of life
Appearing on high rests an angel
winged light and gossamer hair lifts silvery
within her arms cradles are our dreams
holding with goodwill and peace to all
Patient and silent on this night
willingly guiding us to the light
Leading us to regain lost hope
during this season of love
offering a cup of wonder from which to drink
quenching parch with fine mulled cheer
We raise our glasses to the festival of light
creating another memory of
comfort and joy.
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