A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story

Cold and crisp, the smell of Winter
the smell of wanting
ice crystals likerefracting diamonds
Darkened chimneys jut towards the sky
hungry fangs in thepurple twilight
thin wisps of soot rise
This is the night
cool and quiet;most holy night
Virgin snow lay on cold, hard ground
ashes and soot serve to
spoil the down
smudge on a child's face
And then a horn,
a bus' brakes;
all out of place
Walk in the snow
crunch crunch crunch
neon window
but the store's closed
We celebrate the birth of Christ
but the Prince of Peaceain't there in no
outlet shopping mall
He is out here;
He is with us
crunch crunch crunch
Smoke rising, ham and beans cooking
no sirens tonight
Silent, holy night
crunch crunch crunch
Follow the star past the street light
walk in the desert
most holy night
a walk up a hill
Crown of thorns and an icy chill
cross on your backand toys in the sack
crunch crunch crunch
Here, tonight, no room at the inn
navigate by stars
in a mange
ron a bed of hay
My mother on a donkey's back
to Bethlehem
a miracle
that the Lord has made
Feet are weary
eyes in a glaze
and I see Him
Place a bill in a beggar's cup
and He is here
bring happiness to every child
and He is here
tend to the weary, old and sick
and He is here
give all that you have of yourself
and He is here
Mission accomplished, I head home
soft smell of pine
no footprints but mine
my nose and cheeks glow
I walk in the snow
crunch crunch crunch