The days have grown short , there’s a chill in the air . 
The twinkling of Christmas lights appear here and there . 
Through tensil lined windows and upon rooftops can be seen , a magical glow surrounds everything . 
Anticipation and excitement sparkles on smiles and bright eyes 
Softening the worries of everyday life . 
Warm, red, plaid, flannel and gold and green with the scent of cinnamon , warm comforting. 
It spreads through the shops and cities and towns , out into the country side all around . 
In parlors and dens a wonderous ever-green grows with gold and silver treasures and candy and bows. 
From its top to its bottom it’s a magical thing , with lovingly wrapped boxes piled at its feet . 
What is it that stirs the air this late in the season. 
When the cold and the wind turns everything grey? 
From east to west and in between , enemies and friends , strangers and kin , 
Universal peace and good will to all men. 
What is the reason? 
What is this thing? 
This time for rejoicing was the birth of a king. 
Eric J Fleming