Underneath a lamp light there's a golden glow on snow ,
The winter light will guide our way and away we go .
Icicles on water spouts and smoke from chimney pots .
Frozen streets at twilight time and empty vacant lots.
Parlours on the pavement with lights in the window .
Knock knock upon the door , sure it's your man Ho Ho Ho .
He's rolled out the barrel and he’s brought a laugh or two .
Reindeers up the alley and a cold wind cuts on through .
Lined up snowmen guard the town with arms of little sticks .
There's a hearth without a fire where flames tongue never licks .
Crying cats on back yard walls and snowy dustbin lids .
Hush puppies on red chilblains and stockings hung for kids .
Chairs around the fireplace with crackling winter light .
It's cosy on the inside but cold out in the night .
Its Christmas Eve and magic is thickly laid in town .
God bless us all tomorrow when Christmas comes around .

By
Paul Mc Cann