I sought a photo of Christmas,
One that spoke to the day.
Was it the peace of the sunrise?
The mist across the bay?
Was it the crest of the mountain,
Where light and shadow play?
But none of it quite touched my heart
In a suitable way,
And then I saw the perfect scene
That aptly summed the day…
Two weary hearts in need of rest
After a morning grand
Settled down to nap just a bit
Before the next demand
They shared a laugh for all they’d done
And mulled all they had planned
Before they drifted off to sleep
And dozed there, hand in hand.
Yes, that’s what Christmas is about,
Love learned and shared firsthand.
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