Sing Out of Christmas 2

Day 2

The night is ablaze,
With thousands of lights.
One month of the year,
When dark holds no fright.
The tree is on fire,
A light on each branch.
The cold and the snow,
For once mean romance.
Every note lifts up,
And sings out of Christmas.
The Babe has been born,
And God, He has saved us.
If each point of light,
Adds on to the praise,
Let none be snuffed out,
‘Till the end of our days.