Prayer at Christmastime

Look down ,dear Lord upon these homes tonight,

These little frosted roofs where starlight shines,

These sheltering barns and cribs that hold the light

Of silver dust, these groves of star-tipped pines.

Christmas is in the air like some bright dream,

Down road and lane the houses all are dressed,

With tree and garland and soft candle gleam-

Lord may they still continue to be blessed.

Grace Nowell Crowell