Snow falls softly at the Retreat

Snow falls softly at the Retreat,
Lanterns glow where worlds still meet.
Candles flicker for the gone,
Names are sung, then carried on.

Beyond the dunes at Area 52,
Neon lights hum something new.
Aliens pause their endless scan
To share a drink, to laugh with men.

At the Retreat, the silence sings,
Memory folds its careful wings.
At Area 52, strange bells ring clear
Hope sounds different, but it’s here.

Two places far, yet stitched by night,
By shared breath, by borrowed light.
For holidays, wherever they be,

Are about who waits and who we see.