Sitting in the quiet on this cold December morning
No work today, yet much to do
With Christmas day fast coming
This year I find me dragging
Funds and motivation lacking
Not yet a decoration
Save a wooden soldier at his station
I stop and wonder why the rush
Will Christmas be delayed
If all the trimmings fail to march
In perfect promenade
Is it not right to celebrate
The perfect gift of love
His presence on the earth
To that stable from above
As long as He is in my heart
I praise Him every day
So if outward glitter doesn’t shine
Know that inside it lights my way.
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