simply, more of you

Somewhere there is Christmas

Remembering a birth of hope

And the feelings of a fortunate childhood

revive and kindle as if a fresh breath

has met the rise of a slumbered hearth.

Somewhere there is gentle snow

falling to fill a season’s reasons.

Joy in the soft flutter of white

as unseen winds make evidence.

Falling and rising, a vision of home

and memories of happiness.

Somewhere there are soft eyes

that watch the slow road home;

With hope for change and a wish

For a familiar shadow at the door,

When more means simply, more of you…Somewhere

there is Christmas,

Somewhere there is gentle snow;

Somewhere there are soft eyes...watching,

when more means simply, more of you…somewhere.