Nightfall
When logs glow warm in
the fire
And Mama in a rocker sews
Children yawn, begin to
tire
Slide warm socks o’er chilly
toes
With cider brewing in a
pot
And sugar cookies nice
and hot
Drink it in
Little ones
These are memories that
smile
When the coals burn red
and deep
And twinkling lights
flicker low
Children reluctant to go
to sleep
Until they’ve seen new
snow
Eager for the early day
The hallowed birth to celebrate
Drink
it in
Little ones
These are memories that
smile
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