In the quiet days
At the end of the year
When the frost descends
With chilly air

The children gone
They've moved away
They're doing fine
There's no dismay

I'm still with you
My star, my sun
Your are a miracle
My chosen one

Having something
You can't touch
Like Love and Kindness
Means so much

There are rich men
Who aren't wise
They worship no one
With shuttered eyes

They aren't Kings
Of Orient Are
You are my gold
You are my star

So on these
Seemingly quiet days
I count my blessings
In so many ways

I met my wife on the Winter Solstice. Quite the surprise to find the brightest light during the darkest of times.

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