When the snow falls <br />After midnight, <br />We’ll rejoice beside <br />The Christmas tree. <br /> <br />One day, <br />We’ll sleep in graves, <br />But happiness <br />Is the making <br />Of our sacred memories. <br /> <br />I’m not afraid <br />To say I love you, <br />I’m only afraid <br />To miss the opportunity.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-tree-10/
