Gather close for Christmas . . .


Gather close for Christmas;

the year grows dark and cold.
Last leaves are falling;
loving hands take hold.

Family round the table

warms the room with laughter;
old, familiar carols
shake the church's rafters.

But what of those who are gone?

Tonight I see them here:
fingers that hung the lights,
lifted a glass of cheer.

When I am gone,

where will they be?
Bells of Christmas, ring for them.
Bells of Christmas, ring for me.

Frank Beck

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