Silent Nights
A single step upon the snow
Gives me a loud enough hint,
And I listen after I first blow
On hot chocolate with mint.
Not much unlike the gingerbread
That tastes so sugary sweet,
Those perfect cookies that we fed
To the children were not beat.
Oh, the warm flames wave
And bring forth all the embers,
Sweet reveries are what we save
Adorned with thorns no one remembers.
Wrapped in blankets, so soft,
Blocking out all things acrid,
Amiable dreams falling from aloft
On silent nights so sacred.






















































