There is a light at my door

(This is a variation on - "Star at my door") - "There is a light at my door"

There’s a light at my door,
Glowing brighter than before,
And it tells my heart once more—
Christmas is here again.

I unfold a paper star, watch it open in my hands,
Hang it by the doorway like a promise that still stands.
Warm light on the hillside, where winter whispers low,
Calling every family back to where the heartstrings know.

In the kitchen fires burning, pots are steaming one by one,
Smoked pork simmering slowly, bamboo shoot joining the fun.
Rice warm on the table, tender meats prepared with care,
And laughter in the doorway drifting through the chilly air.

Every memory rises, like the bonfires in the night,
And every year it feels just right…

Oh, Christmas shines again,
In the songs of every choir and the smiles of all our friends.
Oh, Christmas finds a way,
Through the sharing, through the feasting, through the star that lights our way.
And I’m home, I’m home again—
Where Christmas shines.

We pack the plates with kindness, tie the ribbons red and bright,
Walk from home to home beneath the hush of winter night.
Every face we visit glows the moment that we share,
A little taste of friendship carried softly through the air.

And when the midnight choirs rise,
Their harmonies fill up the skies,
Every voice begins to open wide…
As if love itself steps inside.

Lift the lantern higher—let the valley see the light,
Hear the youth around the bonfire singing boldly through the night.
Footsteps blend with laughter like a warm and living tide,
This is Christmas—this is home—this is joy we cannot hide!

Oh, Christmas shines again,
In the songs of every choir and the smiles of all our friends.
Oh, Christmas finds a way,
Through the sharing, through the feasting, through the star that lights our way.
And I’m home, I’m home again—
Where Christmas shines.

Paper star glowing… softly in the night,
Smoked pork on the fire… memories burning bright.
Every gift a heartbeat, every smile a sign…
That Christmas—sweet Christmas—still finds its way to mine.

And as long as that star is shining by my door,
I’ll return to these hills forever… and forever even more.

Christmas shines…
Christmas shines… again.