A blanket made of soft and silent white,
Descends upon the world throughout the night.
The evergreen is dressed in robes of gold,
Against the biting wind and winter cold.
With twinkling lights like fallen, tiny stars,
That heal the spirit's many hidden scars.
The scent of pine and cinnamon is near,
The sweetest perfume of the passing year.
Around the hearth, the golden embers glow,
While silver bells are ringing through the snow.
The stockings hang in rows of red and green,
The coziest of sights that can be seen.
A table spread with fruit and honeyed cake,
For every hungry traveler to partake.
With carols sung in voices soft and deep,
While little children fall into their sleep.
It's not the gifts beneath the heavy tree,
But kindness that sets every spirit free.
A hand to hold, a joyful, bright refrain,
That brings the light to every windowpane.
For in the heart of December's shortest day,
The love of Christmas finds its golden way.