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On The Eve of Christmas

 

The sky drops jewels tonight,

The wind sings low,

The hearth sheds softened light,

And candles glow.

Is it for Him,

This star and hearth light,

For Him this lullaby ?

Is it for Him,

The Child of Peace,

That He passed not by ?

 

Based on the ancient legend that the Christchild walks the streets of

earth in search of a light of welcome.