Christmas Eve 1978

An angel stands and sprinkles snow

On all the creatures here below.

The blue white fields are stark and bare

With diamond sparkles everywhere.

The world is dressed up clean and white

Upon this saintly, holy night.

A church bell rings out somewhere near.

It is the only sound we hear.

The full moon sits up in the sky.

It's beauty makes me want to cry.

The luster of this special sight,

Brings forth the wonder of this night.