The sun goes down, the eve of Christmas

Is now,

Dinner is done, to bed go the waiting

Children.

A soft, warm fire crackling in the dark,

Drinks shared by two, music on the radio.

Lights from the tree are flashing colorfully,

It’s warm inside as it is cold outside.

The streets are getting quiet, peace in

The homes,

Thoughts of a year passing, thoughts

Of you.

All is calm on a most wonderful night,

On the couch, we sit together, arms

Around you,

Thankful is the word.

Keith Garrett