Nightfall


When logs glow warm in the fireAnd Mama in a rocker sewsChildren yawn, begin to tireSlide warm socks o’er chilly toesWith cider brewing in a potAnd sugar cookies nice and hotDrink it inLittle onesThese are memories that smile
When the coals burn red and deepAnd twinkling lights flicker lowChildren reluctant to go to sleepUntil they’ve seen new snowEager for the early dayThe hallowed birth to celebrateDrink it inLittle ones
These are memories that smile