Silver petals
Winds that sigh
A candle glows in the darkest night
Somewhere far in the mountains,
December sings its lullaby.
Smiles of warmth and friendship bloom,
Horses lead sleigh rides like shadows of noon,
Winter nymphs dancing gracefully,
Across the minds of youth.
Cheers and mugs of cider meet,
Couples gaze at one another merrily,
Music springs round’ like a bird set free,
Hear the children now sing:
“Thank you God for our daily bread,
Thank thee Father for thy loving hand,
We our blessed abundantly;
Never in hunger or need”
Then in the darkness the village sings:
“December sings its lullaby”
Weekend Living
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