Candlelight
The warmth of Christmas fills my room.
A million candles burn too soon.
Up beyond the stairs it's fair.
I recall my being there.
Someone sings a cheerful song.
Just somewhere where I belong.
Here amid the candlelight
I sit and dream all through the night.
My life, my soul is burning bright.
In the shadows of the night,
how I love the candlelight.
Janet Marie Bingham
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