Lights they are flashing

In a window of white

A cool air is flowing

In the cold winter night

Desire to consume all that we see

To place them under the tree

Wrapped in paper, red ribbons

Crackle of a fire, gives a ruddy glow

Up on the wall, hung in a row

Brightly glittered stockings reflecting the snow

The odors of dinner, wine and good cheer

Lingers as it has every year

All are asleep, as far as we know

For we are peering inward from the snow

Rubbing my fingers together for warmth

The tips of my gloves had worn down

Through the years

I tap my brother

It is time to go

Of a bright Christmas we dream

As we seek shelter from the cold

As I stand still

– Raven Knightshade