Tiny Village in the Valley Lay


Tiny village in the valley lay
this cold, dark Christmas night.
Peaceful in its shroud of snow,
calmed by the moon's pale light.

Stars high in the heavens above
shine brightly on the sleepy village below.
Their light reflected like diamonds and jewels
on the icy blanket o'er the frozen ground halting the river's flow.

Many villagers hours before had succumbed
to long winter night's slumber.
The few souls who sleep eluded
a weary vigil did keep, strengthened by their number.

Worried preacher in the empty church, pacing, pacing.
Groggy children tucked in their beds, waiting, waiting.
Lonely patrolman on his beat, watching, watching.
Tired grandmother sitting in her chair, rocking, rocking.
Bereaved grandfather in his cold chambers lay, weeping, weeping.
Troubled lovers in their bed awake, remembering, remembering.

Tiny village in the valley lay
this cold, dark Christmas night.
Memories of Christmases past, and prayers for Christmases yet-to-come
blow with the icy wind and angels' joyful song tonight.

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