Holiday retreat... At long journey’s end. Deep in the snow.
The peace of mid-winter. ‘Neath bright stars aglow.
The perfect escape. Your favorite retreat.
Scent of the fire. Scape of the skates.
After the dusk. A big meal for all.
Sharing old stories. By glow of the tree.
Late Christmas Eve. We all bundled up.
To the call of a bell. From a quaint Northland church.
Whether you go every year. Or just now and then.
Perhaps it’s a dream. For a Holiday in the woods.