Christmas from my window
Christmas has come to visit, my little window today
Twinkling lights on houses just across the way
Trees await the coming, arms stretched against the night
ready for Christmas dress, gowns of glistening white
Wreaths and ribbon on display, the season is in the air
Christmas worn in fences from garland that they wear
little chimneys all in line, mark houses across the way
evidence that Christmas stirs, in smoke that slips away
Christmas is in the air, it looks through my window at me
The measure of our handicraft is fixed to all I see
Each home is in its Christmas best, up and down my street
and I, a special window, where magic and Christmas meet
but day awaits the coming, a needed snow to view
a glitter, shine and sparkle, some snow to dress the view
What I praised into night, pales by morning light
The measure of our handicraft is lost in Christmas white
My window reflects the splendor, welcomes the gift of night
bedazzled by the beauty of a world in snowy white
I stare upon the ornaments of houses in grand display
They sit in adoration, God decorates the day.
