Orange flags are flying
No overhanging grey
Dimmed the rosy sunset,
At the close of day.


Royal purple nestled
Round a golden cloud,
Leafless, wind-blown poplars
Before their Maker bowed.


O'er the snowy landscape
Christmas chimes rang out,
While in neighbouring door-ways,
Happy children shout.


Many busy people, late,
Their tiresome work took leave
To hurry home and welcome
This year's Christmas eve.