In the darkest hour
Of your bleakest day
Somewhere out of sight
Someone's on the way
You can't see him come
You won't hear his sleigh
Don't know where he's from
But it's near the day
To your secret hope
To your whispered prayer
He brings strength to cope
He sends gifts to share
Cause his gentle hand
Reaches out for you
You will feel its touch
In a day or two
And outside of view
And without a noise
You’ll awaken to
A day filled with joys
Nice.
ReplyDeleteGood poem. Filled with a classic christmas spirit. Stating things plainly is often the best way
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