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.