Observations

 I sit looking across the hills,

watching the birds fly,

flying to and fro,

to the bird feeder,

across the road.

The hills have lost,

their beautiful multi-colors,

and now are greens and grey;

soon the will be covered,

with a white blanket,

when they receive ,

the first fall of snow.

So let's sing praises

to our Heavenly Father,

all ye voices on high,

and all ye voices below,

lifting a sweet sound,

as we sing "How great thou art"

and a hearty rendition,

of "Joy to the world"

and "God rest ye merry gentlemen",

"O what a friend we have in Jesus"

and close our singing,

with "O Holy Night".

~Winston Staples