Shine

As daylight flies quickly
to cold winter nights,
I seek out a Christmas
of simple delights:

of carols, and laughter,
of cranberry strings,
and tinsel, and angels
with feathery wings.

A sense of the sacred,
of deep, quiet wonder,
as lights cast their glow
on the snow that drifts under.

Where every track might
have led Santa's sleigh,
and every star can show
Wise Men the way,

there's a Christmas that's
calling to all that will listen.
You can catch it's faint light
in a child's eyes a'glisten.

I still feel the glow.
Though it's fallen to ember,
I'll just close my eyes
and look back
and remember.