Where I come from we observe Christmas in a different way
In December the children light a candle and count each day
On the last day of November - and it is never a chore
The women get together to create decorations galore

Winters at home are often depressing and bleak
So comfort and warmth is a feeling we desperately seek
Decorations are made with nature's own treasure
Crafted and created from love and pure pleasure

We drive in the dark and deliver each personal creation
To loved ones, young and old, and not just people of relation
We see the tears - hear the welcome and often stay for a while
We move on to the next one - with a remembrance of their smile

Today I give you one of my own decorations with a candle
I am neither skilled nor talented - barely my own life I can handle
Take this light so each morning when you stir from your sleep
You can feel comfort and warmth while the flame alive you keep

I love you