Gather round- dear friend and kin,
The day grows near- so close at hand,
A time of joy and love will reign,
Though nothing will go quite as planned.
Gather round and taste the wine,
The food piled high on tables set,
A time to laugh and sing along,
No pride to guard and no regret.
Gather round- dear special few,
The coals grow cold but not our hearts,
A time to share the glories past,
And dodge the rain that shortly starts.
Gather round for soon you’ll go,
The day grows short and cold somehow,
A time to plan the next event,
And keep this moment here and now.