Waiting for the Christmas Lights

Golden lights glow in my mind's eye,

Waiting for Christmas, under winter's sky.

Everyday a wish, a silent prayer,

Dreaming of a day we'll be there.

Matias sitting in his house,

Counting days, quiet as a mouse.

Memories flicker like a flame,

Hoping someday we'll share the same.

Could today be the day?

That the lights come our way?

Holding onto the hope,

That this season's gift is hope.

Oh, the golden light, shining so bright,

Guides us to dreams on a silent night.

Waiting, wishing, for the day to go,

To where the Christmas lights will show.

Faint whispers of Christmas cheer,

Echo in the cold, drawing near.

Thinking about that special glow,

When we finally go, when we'll know.

Will the time come soon?

Beneath the silver moon?

With hearts full, spirits high,

Chasing dreams across the sky.

Oh, the golden light, shining so bright,

Guides us to dreams on a silent night.

Waiting, wishing, for the day to go,

To where the Christmas lights will show.

Though the road is long and wide,

Hope’s the lamp that’s by our side.

One day we'll walk towards that gleam,

Living out our Christmas dream.

Matias hopes, Matias waits,

For the moment destiny dictates.

Until then, he will believe,

In the magic that we all weave.