My garden is silent on Christmas Day,
on Christmas Day,
sweet Christmas Day.
Thick snow on the fountain in hushed masses lay
and whispers of a virgin and the holy babe.
The cardinal preens in his robe so red
while icicle halos grace St. Joseph's head.
See how the squirrel bows to pray
on Christmas Day,
mild Christmas Day.
And I from my cozy kitchen can see
how Nature proclaims the child's majesty.
I spy a bright crown of green and red
and quietly bow my stubborn head.
Now Peace wraps me in the winter sun's ray
on Christmas Day,
blessed Christmas day.
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