Merry and Merry and Bright
By Cluegirl

There is light in every darkness
In the Christmas, in the Yule,
In the eight nights full of candles
In the winter's eve bejewelled,
When the common folk remember
All the best that life can be,
And the hope that keep us going
Takes the shape of star, or tree,
Or an old man in a crimson suit,
Or groaning feasting board,
Or a small and crowded stable,
Or Forever's gleaming sward,
But the point to all this brightness
On the cusp of winter's eve
Is that WE must light the darkness
With what joy we may concieve.

May the shadowed places in your life give way
To the fire you burn within you on this day.