Her lights shine upon this dim night

and through the dark she always brings back that feeling of Christmas joy

And through her you can relive the images, the amazing sight

as a child you would stare at the presents below her glistening lights

that would be boxes filled from everything from clothes to shoes or a new toy

and as your tender childlike hands shook the present back and forth

to see if you could hear the contents inside the colorful box of joy

and your fingers would be so fragile as you ripped open the package with only the force

that an exited child could have. 

Yet over the years you have forgot many of the gift that you recieved

but there is still one blissful memory to which your mind and souls still cleave

for so many years as you opened present upon present there was one who like an angel

stood there tall and fair, and gave you the joy that you so desire

for it was her, the lights of the christmas tree where you guide. 

And now that you feel so lost, wondering through a world that is but a dark void

you come around, even through all the stress, and find joy

when you sit around the Christmas Tree. 

When the white blankets of snow began to fall and it seems like christmas spirits no longer call

You wandered through the dark, your heavy feat leaving footprints in the snow

and as you go, and go, and go, you wander toward the sight

for there in the void, seperate from the world, like so many others you find your christmas tree

and instead of tearing down it's roots, you decide

that in the forest where the tree can grow beautiful, it is true

and you bring your ornaments and lights to decorate the tree. 

As you come by night, and follow the light

You find that sitting underneath the christmas tree is a small present 

with a tiny white bow that seems to melt into the snow as if it is not there at all

but as you walk, and walk,

and your feet make sounds behind you. You reach out for the present in front of you. 

and as your tender childlike hands shook the present back and forth

to see if you could hear the contents inside the silver box of joy

and your fingers would be so fragile as you ripped open the package with only the force

that an exited child could have. 

You were reaquanted with the light, and once again you found 

the joy of Christmas

on one cold Christmas night 

Under the Christmas tree lights.