The closing lines of "A Child's Christmas in Wales." My favorite part of one of my favorite poems. Merry Christmas, wherever you are on this Christmas night.
... Always on Christmas night there was music.
An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang
'Cherry Ripe,' and another uncle sang 'Drake's Drum.'
It was very warm in the little house.
Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip
wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death,
and then another in which she said her heart
was like a Bird's Nest; and then everybody
laughed again; and then I went to bed.
"Looking out my bedroom window, out into
the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow,
I could see the lights in the windows
of all the other houses on our hill and hear
the music rising from them up the long, steadily
falling night. I turned the gas down, I got
into bed. I said some words to the close and
holy darkness, and then I slept."