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.