This evening whispers silent splendour,
soothes the air with warmth so tender,
lays to rest the greatest temper;
dreams of snow in late December.
Life outside is all but smothered;
people, rushing in their dozens,
driving home to see their lovers,
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers.
This midnight hints a new beginning.
Hark now hear the angels singing,
“Bless this night and all who’re dreaming.
Bring them peace and joyous living.”
The lovers cry in celebration.
Kisses sweet as hearts embrace them.
Smiling eyes in conversation.
Love infused with sweet elation.