Drabble: 'Tis the Season

Season of feasts and warmth and light,
Connor and Abby before the fire,
  Entwining their arms to hold back the night;
Jenny, in Church, harkens to the choir,
Nick in her thoughts and he with his Mam.
  Loaded with turkey, he sinks into sleep.
Grubbing in mud and laughing at fear,
  Lester and Lyle are in cave dark and deep.
In Sanctuary's walls there's candles and ham.
  They drink to their friends with many a dram
  And watch over them in the comming new year.

Dinosaurs too acknowledge the season,
To make up the word count, if no other reason.