The Lights

As once in that

Old desert sky

Was hung the the star

Men traveled by,

So on cold earth

In this year, we

Hand the warm lights

On our tall tree.

Now in the month 

Of long, dark nights,

We put out strings

 Of long, gay lights,

That men may know

Hope can still glow

On earth below

Through night and snow.  

– An Old Fashioned Christmas