As We Wait For Christmas

When winter winds begin to blow And all the leaves on trees are gone A sure sign that there will be snow When days grow short, the air is cold As you go out with hat and gloves The wonder of the scene, behold… A season filled with hope and love. And as the temp falls far below You long for a hot cup of rum To warm the body, with nose aglow You listen to a tale of old Peace on the wings of a white dove A symbol of the story told… A child was born from God above.