Olden day snow,
It’s a cold night
A fire cries out
Cuddled close tonight
So far, we’re never alone
But looking back to when mother would say:
“We are alive and we have got the Christmas light of time,
Bulbs shining bright and high above the candles,
Christmas Nigh”
I have been living life
Through a window and
Through the artwork
Paintings that rose from the ashes
A warm soft glow echoes from the outside
“We are alive and we have got the Christmas light of time,
Bulbs shining bright and high above the candles,
Christmas Nigh”
Adventure through the cold
On a journey coloured white
Build yourself a snowman
You’ll surprise yourself with fright
Corncob and piping he is dancing
In the brightest of daylight
That’s how it started,
Several pages ago
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