Villages lit by twinkling lights
The chill wind shocks with frosty bites
Window displays of gifts and trees
While garden ponds begin to freeze.
Festive garlands and mistletoe
The moonlight shines upon the snow
People gather around log fires
Icicles hang from cold church spires.
Christmas Eve comes but once per year
A time to think of those most dear
Choirs arrive to sing songs of joy
In honour of the baby boy.
The Queen the next day makes her speech
Commonwealth love that she will preach
Creatures sleep or they hibernate
The depth of winter holds their fate.
While children dream of Santa Clause
Adults enjoy this time to pause
For on this special winter’s night
Our gratitude and love shine bright.
© Dean Parsons. 2018.
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