Faye Sizemore


The tree is trimmed
and the lights are strung
The cookies are all made
and the nog… it is done
All is peace awaiting
the Christmas celebration
all across this great nation
The Christmas lights…
they twinkle invitingly
into the holiday nights
and bells speak of the birth
of the Son born in a stable…
now celebrated in church
I bow my head and pray
remembering those in war…
who are absent from our table
Pray no more will die
Christmas hymns rise to the sky
It seems to me that ‘Silent Night’
has always made me cry…