Greg Budig 2020
Colored lights
illuminate the cold
winter darkness.
Hung from doorways,
welcoming and warm.
All along streets that
are all too familiar.
Strings of lights
color the air.
The snow has steadily
been falling as we
travel like wisemen.
An atmosphere of
light and color
now fills the air.
We walk through the
glow still searching
for Christmas.
The feeling of an
inner child wells
up from deep inside.
Listening for the
sound of far off bells.
The old and jaded
can just stay home!
This is the night for
those who believe.
Passing the church
down the street
around the corner.
The voices inside gently
sing "Silent Night".
It flows through
the bell tower,
through the snow
up to heaven.
Walking through the
air that glows red
and green, you look
deeper into the
sacred dark night.
Eyes still searching
for a magical sleigh,
You remember when
you once heard it's bells.
Seems we are always
searching for lighted
houses down each street.
For a chance to see if
the magic is still alive.
Hold onto the memories
that the season brings.
Hold onto that piece
of your heart.
The End
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