A warm little fire.
The glow of a Christmas tree,
The gift of mystery underneath.
Smiles, laughter, sweet voices singing.
The joy of hearing sleigh bells ringing.
These dreams I have of winters days.
Giving food to one who needs it most.
A hug to those you love.
Caroling on neighbors chilly lawns.
Lights strung on every corner.
Eggnog shared with friends.
Looking out to see not a single phone in sight.
It’s when the present is sweeter than the past you’ve left behind.
These are the dreams I have on winter nights.
But the truth is not always pretty.
Souls still live on chilly streets.
Family arguments that hurt hearts and minds.
Strangers judge you for a tree put up thanksgiving day.
Merry Christmas is no more, it’s simply Happy Holiday’s.
This is the truth I face on winter days.
When I sleep. I see sweet dreams. Joy and love for all, on winter days.