Christmas Eve
CHRISTMAS EVE
riding the wind
a thousand christmas bells
swirl city corners
custom country steeples
ring round my splintery old pew
in a ponderous quiet
on this hallowed eve
i’m forgetting the dreary
remembering those hundred candles
mother singing oh holy night
christmas eve
no snow
torrents of rain
santa comes round
in a pontoon plane
Dave Austin
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