I wrote this years ago, remembering the big blue house in Edmonds at holiday time; snow on the ground, family coming over, big dinners made by my mom, at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Ayyam-i-Ha. Thinking about the perfect day as a kid, when joy waited inside every unopen present, times when, as I sing, “Every one finds something they’re after.”
Do you have memories like that? Please share in the comments below.
Every Bird Has a Nest
The snow is gently falling,
the house is warm below.
The children's beds are stirring,
they hear the call of snow.
Cousins are soon arriving,
with tales and toys in tow.
The grownups make their greetings,
the children hide below,
the children hide below.
The sun is slowly melting,
the castles on the ground.
Children race to save them,
mother can finally sit down.
The chocolate's slowly melting,
the milk is bubbling near.
Mother calls the children,
come drink your fill, my dears,
come drink your fill, my dears.
it's a beautiful day
for joy and laughter
what a wonderful time to rest
everyone finds something they're after
tonight every bird
has a nest
every bird has a nest
The food is on the table,
the children race right in.
Father reads the prayer book,
mother says begin.
The fire dances yellow,
the old ones warm their feet.
Father tells a story,
the children fall asleep,
the children fall asleep.
it's a beautiful day
for joy and laughter
what a wonderful time to rest
everyone finds something they're after
tonight every bird
has a nest
every bird has a nest
The snow is gently falling,
the house is warm below.
One bed is overflowing,
all the family are lined in a row.
Peter dreams of sailing,
Mary wears a crown.
Father sees a long-lost friend,
mother's sleep is sound,
mother's sleep is sound.
it's a beautiful day
for joy and laughter
what a wonderful time to rest
everyone finds something they're after
tonight every bird
has a nest
every bird has a nest
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