The Child
The night made white by falls of snow The Child looks down on the scene below. Around the fire the people throng, Raising their voices in seasonal song. Their laughter fills His heart with glee, There is no better sight to see. He wishes them all peace on Earth As they celebrate His birth. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 07:32 AM PST 0 • 13
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"The night made white by falls of snow ..."