Quiet reflections, Christmas past,
Christmases yet to come.Looking forward to what’s in store
Recalling where I’m from.
The longer nights, the shorter days,
The dark half of the year
Remind me how grateful I am
That He is always near.
Each year I find myself right here
In quiet reflection.
He came to give me everything,
In turn, what have I done?
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