In the snow and the glow of those little white lights
with the scent of sharp pine in the air
time’s condensed, there’s a sense we’re all hurrying more
doing something Important, with care.
with the scent of sharp pine in the air
time’s condensed, there’s a sense we’re all hurrying more
doing something Important, with care.
As I glance back I feel something almost surreal ~~
we’re a sketch Norman Rockwell would paint;
we’re a scene in a snow globe ‘neath lace curtain trees.
we’re a sketch Norman Rockwell would paint;
we’re a scene in a snow globe ‘neath lace curtain trees.
In this place Goodwill trumps our restraint.
I treasure that glimpse: we’re connected together
and our compass points stronger toward Good;
here our heart pockets open to give and receive
~~the language of Love understood.
and our compass points stronger toward Good;
here our heart pockets open to give and receive
~~the language of Love understood.
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"Christmas Spirit"
Photo © 1998 Chuck Pefley | Verse © 2005 Penny Pefley
