I drove last night
Familiar ways
But darkened streets
Did meet my gaze
The rich and proud
Their lights were out
The heralds of Christmas
Nowhere were found
Till' common homes I chanced to seek
The dwelling places poor and meek
The lights were there!
Still shinning bright
Destroyed the dark
They split the night
They do not fear
The cost of light
So let them flare
As proof to all
There are riches still
For one and all
Know they its proof
We won the fight
Shine 'um if you got 'um!
Don't hide your light
This is dedicated to the Balian Mansion and the homes in Hastings Ranch. TURN IT ON ! ! !
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