There's a time before the holidays that every woman knows
A peaceful time to sip some wine and reflect on all she's done
The presents wrapped, the cookies baked, the tree positively glows
Outdoor lights shimmer and shine around Mary and her Son

She dons her robe, props up her feet, and turns the lights down low
She's lost in the soft lights of Christmas, they're all that she can see
Listening to all the carols, and surveying each box and bow
Contentment reigns as she's lost within her Christmas reverie