A candle in a window, and a wreath hung on the door
A fiddlers tune, a frosty moon, a dance across the floor

December day, December night, a child’s eyes wide in wonder
A bar of Gold? A lump of coal? A tree they might lay under

A little mouse peers through a hole, to see what smells so good
And wonders if the people might, drop crumbs if they please would

Around the fire, the children sit, Pa-Pa recants a story
That Christmas time is not for gold; it holds a greater glory

“The Lord above looks over us and keeps us in good health,
and blesses us at Christmastime, and therein lies our wealth.”

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”

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