Season of Lights

Darkness comes early, so it’s only fitting That people string holiday lights. Seeing such sparkles as dusk slowly falls Is one of the season’s delights. Candles in windows and baubles on trees Help chase off the cold weather gloom. Tulips are hiding way under the earth, But festive electric bulbs bloom. Try to imagine a years-ago Yule, Before Franklin’s key found a spark; The world must have seemed rather dismal and dim When houses were swallowed by dark. But now we can bask in the holiday glow And revel in twinkling displays. To Edison we owe a bushel of thanks For brightening dull winter days.