JEFF NESVIG

Lazy days and warm winter nights sitting by the fire

Sweet emotion and the smell of pine make me feel so high

Wishing you a merry Christmas with all the joy it brings

And all the love I have inside.

 

On dasher on Dancer on Prancer

In the name of Jesus it’s Christmas and Santa is on his way.

 

Can you hear the sleigh bells and his jolly ho ho ho

I can hear the  footsteps of magic on the roof

And Santa has the love of Jesus for all to see

Can you feel it, it’s alive inside of you and me.

 

Merry Christmas Merry Christmas

God’s great hand has a gift for you and me

In the name of Jesus Christ it’s Christmas

And Santa’s on his way.

 

Let the love of Jesus reign

Let it reign inside of you and me, let it reign !

The birth of Christ is alive let it reign.

 

Santa’s here with the love of Christmas

And it makes me feel so high

On Blitzen on Vixon on Comet

In the name of Jesus Christ it’s Christmas

And it makes me feel so high.

 

Let the love of Jesus reign

Let it reign inside of you and me,let it reign !

The birth of Christ is alive let it reign.

 

Merry Christmas Merry Christmas

Wishing you a Merry Christmas with all the love and joy it brings

Let the love of Jesus reign.






the memories keep marching forward

and the dreams of Ulysses are calling from the past

from a place that waits for tomorrow behind the broken glass.

 

the sun sets softly in her eyes as she moves thru time

like the clouds up in the sky

and she looks so real as she smiles behind the broken glass.

 

and the dreams of Ulysses are calling from the past

resting in the dreams of yesterday moving slowly across the sky.

 

she opens her eyes and screams in silence

who has brought this day on the wings of tomorrow

who will return the dreams of yesterday.

 

all is silent as the clouds have come to pass

as she smiles and dreams behind the broken glass

and on the wings of yesterday she is alive.

 

 

there is a voice calling from the stone

that once had broke the glass.

 

thru hours and days in time whispers of dreams

that echo from the past to the silence of yesterday

call to her smile behind the broken glass.


Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in San Diego, California.





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