And in these darker days late in the year,
When night falls sooner and we feel the chill
Of autumn in each breeze, we start with fear
But find amidst the ghosts and ghouls goodwill
As families and friends come out to play
And share some goodies too. Then as the air
Grows dry and cold, we mourn the loss of day
Yet turn to thanks, in fellowship and pray’r
And much good food. And then we put up lights
To fill the longest nights with hope and cheer.
The season’s stories, smells, tastes, sounds, and sights
Bring warmth unparalleled to end the year.
It’s true, the light is lesser now, but hark!
The angel’s song still sounds here in the dark!

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