A rose-toned window, stars hang low
Candles flicker, casting glow
In a quiet night, we breathe slow
Memories come, as fireside embers grow
Old wooden cabin, pine mixed with sage
Soft whispers of winter turn the page
Hints of cinnamon, a child's gaze
Traditions live in this love-filled haze
A quiet Christmas Eve
We're still here, we're still here

Where silence speaks
Soft whispers of winter turn the page
Hints of cinnamon, a child's gaze
Traditions live in this love-filled haze
A quiet Christmas Eve
Where silence speaks
Soft guitar strings
To a quiet Christmas Eve
A room so neat
Hearts wrapped in warmth
And no need to see
In this moment
The world feels complete
Snow lays heavy
Like knitted clothes
Each flake a story
No guilt or stills
We gather close
As the heart fulfills
Songs of old carried by wintershells
Mittens and scars
Neatly hung
Echoes of carols
Softly sung
Families blending
Old and young
And now un-
In unity
The bells last run
A quiet Christmas Eve
Where silence speaks
Soft guitar strings
To a song so neat
Hints of cinnamon, a child's gaze


Where silence speaks


No need to see
In this moment
Hints of cinnamon, a child's gaze
It feels complete
Good girl
Mwah