Christmas Eves

Each stanza represents different Christmas settings.

A Christmas Eve without song,

Families sat by the fireplace.

Santa is on his way,

From the heavens comes a sack of joy on a sleigh.

 

Sinatra is playing in the background,

He sings a love song.

We’ll conspire of the future,

By the warmth of the fire.

 

A group of candles flicker,

And I’m still waiting for the snow to fall.

Hoping to right my wrongs,

It doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all.

 

Home is where I sat,

And there I stayed out in the snow.

The preeminent thing about Christmas,

Everyone makes it feel like home.

 

Streets lit up by bright lights,

The walk home was tipsy.

Of all the shoddy nights,

A welcome home smile and a hot meal made this one worthwhile.