Out of the brisk scourge of autumn
Into, the creeping fog of winter
Where the cold drives us in
Drawn to our own thoughts
And the old toll of quiet reverence

Tried and true celebration
Permeates from quaint homesteads
As kin bellow
Tales of great triumph
Pried from sorrowful depths
And dashed
Upon the fires of the homely hearth

We relish in the warm glow
Of family and fellowship
A captivating treasure
Beloved by all man
No matter how far estranged
By land, creed or allegiance

Family is
The constant buckling refrain
Curved and obscure
Shapeless and subjective

We share out its code
Of honesty and affection
No matter our clashing roles
No matter the flesh we proudly hail

Kinship extends
Far and wide
Drawing company near
To revel in drink
And the purity of song