Oh, little town…

…oh, little baby…

Pretty much

All the neighbors

With little trees or lights in their windows

Had turned them off for the season.

It was the new year, and even past

By a few days.

But our lights were still on.

Christmas wasn’t going to be over

Until the wise men got to Bethlehem.

They were still walking.

They were still wondering.

They were still carrying their gold and frankincense and myrrh.

“Field and fountain, moor and mountain,

Following yonder star.”

“Westward leading, still proceeding…”

Until they got to the manger on Epiphany, our lights would be showing the way.

Did any of the neighbors know?

The deserts were dark, and the way was long.

It wasn’t yet January six.

The cattle were still lowing,

And the wise men were still following the star.

I took the lights down on the seventh.

The Magi were safe and the baby, too.