Through a night dark

utterly, intensely black

that light will shine.

Always that small

one candle

aglow in the window,

I can see yet

in my mind’s eye.

Will I now

make it home?

This snow, so deep

yet, the candle still

flares bright

in my mind.

It must be there.

 

I am going home.

Look! A light shines.

Oh, happy day, happy me,

That candle burns.

I’m home, I’m home

And here, it’s Christmas.

 

 

 

 

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