Being lazy, flopped on the settee glass of Chablis in my hand
three or four candles for lighting and the crescent of the moon
Bocelli singing "Dream" as snow falls like tears before my eyes
losing myself in the flames from the fire in this lazy warm cocoon

Somehow the night is magical or maybe it's just me it's so peaceful
traffic is quiet even the pub makes no sound or at least to my ears
Snoops stretched before me contented with only a twitch of a whisker
somehow it feels like it's him and me alone in this wide hemisphere

If only I could transport this feeling to others who may need it
some kindly thoughts, a loving wish or maybe a Rainbow hug or two
Christmas is such a special time and the atmosphere in my village
imagine Charles Dickens and take a peep through my eyes at the view

Last week was the Children's carnival and merry-go-rounds were set up
children dressed in Victorian gowns and made up as well, cakes to sell
made by them but of course with mother's helping, butcher selling game
it's like a fairy world brought to life or maybe just so I could tell...