While walking down the neighborhood street New fallen snow crunches under my feet. As freezing night air hits my face when I breathe, I see the front doors are decked out with wreaths. Standing ready to welcome the guests day or night, The homes through their windows are glowing and bright.
Trees are adorned with ornaments and a bow, While children hear stories of long, long ago. A baby was born on a late Jewish night, While shepherds were enclosed by angels of light. The cattle were lowing and keeping Christ warm, For God left His glories, and a baby was born.
Rounding the corner on my cold winter stroll I think of remembrances of gone days of old I hear the bells ringing from Church down the street As the mat at the door cleans my cold stomping feet I walk in the house and there by the hearth Music is playing - tis, "Peace on Earth!"