Sing of simple pleasures of the season,
Each a gift to cherish and to savor!
Although we dread the winter, with good reason,
Still, we give its early days full flavor.
On every street we hear the festive music,
Never less than angels on the brass,
So beautiful that we are loath to lose it,
Given that the season soon must pass.
Radiance consumes the early night,
Each lawn ablaze, each storefront window burning,
Each main street strung with unrestrained delight,
The joyful counterpoint to year-end yearning.
In every gathering there's much to taste,
Nor do we have much toil or time to waste.
Grace comes and goes so quickly every year.
Sing, then, of gifts and love and winter cheer!