goodbye to November
and welcome the coming of light.
The stars gather
and dreams pour
into our hearts.
A little green tree
waits silently in the forest for us
to come and take it home
where we will adorn it
with twinkle glass baubles
that have slept in a box all year.
Then
clothed in all beauty
we will put you in the window
for all to see.
People,
hurrying silently home
will look at you and smile
and we will sing
* Joy Joy *
and wait for the
coming of His light
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Pretty misty stars