A Chill, Quiet Christmas

The city's wrapped in tinsel and the hustles come to call. But we turn

the volume down low on the frenzy of it all. Just a couple

strands of white lights draped across the mantle piece. Waiting for that

quiet night when all the world finds peace. Slippers on the cold wood floor,

a worn out flannel sheet. Smell of pine and cinnamon. Oh,

this can't be beat. It's the fireside glow, soft and low.

A sweet slow December beat. No need for snow or the big light show,

just this moment feeling complete. We got the mugs of cocoa warm,