Christmas eve

Moonbeams gleam through windows
As the smell of lit candles pervade
Wintry wind sings a song as it blows,
A carol so special and Christmas made.

In the midst of the night, stars glisten
Receiving heartfelt prayers, yearns,
On this enchanted eve of the season
Men forget to count ones’ annual earn

Siblings of the world, open your heart
Believe not in defenses, not your sword.
Lay down your rifles; war is not an art
And close your eyes to praise the Lord