Yule logs, pine and lots of fine
tapers and pretty Christmas papers.
Smiling children, women and men, when
they remember this same December
many, many years ago.
On Christmas morn a child was born
in all the same festive joy, a boy
beside the candles burned so low.
They say He had such eyes of blue
such beautiful eyes that He just knew
he was no ordinary man.
He spread His love sent from above
the message it was so clear.
Love those who profess to be your foes
and bless those who are so dear.
So on this holiday, I say
to you my good, sweet friend.
Be blessed, content and to you I send
good will, good fill, the dove of love,
yule logs, pine and lots of peace.
But most of all I wish this too
May your happiness never ever cease.
And may you always be good to you!
© Deirdre Moignard Miller
