We trim the fragrant balsam tree
Until the branches glow
With glints of shining ornaments
And wisps of sparkling snow.
We space the lights and silver strands
Of tinsel carefully
And climb to place the star which crowns
The tiptop of the tree.
We burn the yule log on the hearth
And gather round its cheer
To sing the carols long beloved
When Christmastide is here.
And our window brightly shines
A gleaming candle's light,
Whose golden beams will shine afar
To welcome Him tonight.
"On Christmas Eve"
Gail Brook Burket
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