Lights of the season
reflect on the screen,
the world outside is dark and chill,
snow shrouds our village green.
Christmas in our village.
Eight p.m. on Christmas Eve,
still working,
in your mind you see
the glow of friends in candle light
the scent of gingerbread,
the pine of the tree.
Christmas in our village,
Christmas in our village.
Reflect the finest moments,
from Christmastimes you've had.
People drawing close together,
some reaching out their hands.
Christmas in our village,
join our celebration.
Christmas in our village,
its a time for giving.
Christmas,
in our village.
