Snow glistens in the last light of dusk.
Distant clouds glow with the fading light from the sun, long since set.
A chill fills the calm night air.
Stars twinkle in the deepening winter sky.
The crunch, crunch, crunch of footsteps on the gravel path.
Footsteps that lead ever closer to home.
Lights come on in the distance. Warm and inviting.
Home. Family. Friends. Dinner and the opening of gifts.
The voices of carolers drift across the valley:
“Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright. . . .”