Christmas Journey
I walked north one day
Trying to find Christmas Morn
What would I find, a little delight
And maybe a little goodwill
I remember my journeys, hundreds it seems
Between the cold north and the Irish green
From the spiraling northern towers and the mossy Castle ruins
The bitter snow flew into my face
The woolen coat thick did little to stiffen the wind
The crunchy ice beneath my feet so little like the ground in emerald
From which I walked for so long
The green trees of evergreen I had left far behind
What I need, All I need, Is peace
And goodwill towards men
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