• The sky is bleak
    Of gloom and gray,
    Fortelling an, extended stay.

    The wind sreams,
    Through bare tree branches
    Nasty cracks, and frozen crashes.

    The world becomes
    A barren place
    A crystal tomb in frozen space.

    But beneath the
    Glittering, frozen blanket
    Life teems in joy not shaken.

    The fire burns
    The chimeny's clear
    Their hearts alive with Christmas cheer.

    Candles sparkling, and
    Shimmering orbs
    The smell of Hot Cocoa, so rich and warm.

    Minds are restless
    In sheer delight
    Anticipating ghosts of Christmas Night.