The Eve of the Eve of Christmas Eve

Snow flakes falling slowly,
As silence fills the air,
The night aglow with street lamps,
And the snows reflective glare.

It’s the eve of the eve of Christmas eve,
As I slip across the snow,
The street awash with shoppers,
All pacing to and fro.

From fairy lights to Christmas trees,
And through the busy throng,
Of Carolers and one man bands,
I hear the Christmas song.

If only we could stop awhile,
And listen to the reason,
We offer gifts and raise a glass,
To celebrate this season.

‘Goodwill to men throughout the land’
Seems pretty clear to me,
‘We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet’
Around the Christmas tree.