A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done, My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll, On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one, Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole. I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door, Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands, Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar, A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand. Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon, Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes, A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon, A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take. Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane, Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello, I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane, This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know. My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing, As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air, More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring, I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.