Christmas Eve
It is Christmas eve, a tree blinks, lighting
Cinnamon sticks stir in the apple cider
Lovers look into each other's eyes
It is the eve of love.
It is Christmas eve, children giggle, wondering
Presents await opening under the tree
Children ponder the wrappings
It is the eve of wonder.
It is Christmas eve, flames crackle, sparking
Songs fill the air while angels sing
Worshipers reflect the meaning
It is the eve of awe.
2011 (c) Ronald Friesen
It is Christmas eve, a tree blinks, lighting
Cinnamon sticks stir in the apple cider
Lovers look into each other's eyes
It is the eve of love.
It is Christmas eve, children giggle, wondering
Presents await opening under the tree
Children ponder the wrappings
It is the eve of wonder.
It is Christmas eve, flames crackle, sparking
Songs fill the air while angels sing
Worshipers reflect the meaning
It is the eve of awe.
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