Sunday, December 14, 2014

a Christmas poem

midnight falls to meet the day
and rises to meet the sky

the magic moon aglow
with stars that twinkle brilliant light -


shadows that dance
among the angles who clear
the evil spirits
making way for cheer

good riddance to the boogie man
and to all the nighttime fear

instead we slumber, waiting for Santa
hear the sleigh bells near

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