Mr. Sandman missed our house last night
and I couldn’t sleep.
So . . . before traffic awakens
and while the streets
still sleep beneath a blanket of darkness,
I’d like to go look at Christmas lights.
Will you come?
We can drive real slowly . . .
take our time,
and be like children once more.
I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate
flavored with peppermint sticks,
we can turn the radio down low
and . . . listen to Christmas songs.
Before daybreak chases the magic away
I’ll watch the lights dance on your face
and whisper, “Merry Christmas,
I love you."
Editor’s Note: Gene really captures the spirit of the season here, and I just adore the way he engages the readers, drawing them into the narrative. From the editors and staff of Songs of Eretz, a Merry Christmas to all!