December


I'm riding a reindeer in the last sunlight’s glow
While the night’s slowly falling, as tender as snow
I’m wearing a crown made of candles and spice
So you see me shine till a new spring will rise

I’m riding into a silver-grey dusk
While the winter air tastes of smoke, mist, and rust
While the crows are chanting high over the plain
And the trees stand in silence in the arms of the rain

The hedgehogs are dreaming and time is on hold
In the hearth burns a fire that will never grow old
It is fed by warm welcomes; it is fed by old leaves
It’s the season of presents; it’s the season of thieves

I ride through the twilight; we are worlds apart
But I’m lighting a candle in the church of your heart
Are you singing carols under some golden tree?
Close your eyes for a minute and sing one for me

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