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All is beautiful on this Christmas Eve in my neighbourhood,
bright colored lights are flickering on many a lovely house,
charming and enchanting- it seems a fairyland to me.
Delicate, fragile snowflakes are falling as I hesitate here and there,
engrossed in the beauty, as snow caresses my hair, and I
feel a glow growing within me on this Christmas Eve.
Good thoughts are flowing and I imagine a baby born,
heavenly visions of a bright guiding star, and I am full of
inner peace, as I walk the still snowy streets.
Joy and happiness dwells beyond the doors of these homes, and I hope,
kindness that abounds at Christmastime will last, for it is
love that I think Christmas is all about.
Magically memories come drifting and I find myself smiling,
never will I forget those memories I see in my mind,
open-hearted I share my happiness and sorrow, it drips from my pen.
Peaceful, oh so peaceful is my wintery walk this December night, the
quietness is so deep, that I can hear the snow falling on the bare trees,
respect is what I have for nature that can change from beautiful.
Serene and lovely quickly is changing to a scene dangerous,
tranquil snow has turned into a winter blizzard with wild wind,
utterly amazed, I stand in the swirling snow wondering which way to go-
Vibrant the lights of a snow draped dwelling before me ,oh
wonderful the Christmas music floating in the cold, crisp air,and
xerox copies of songs twirl past and I try to grasp them.
Yes, oh yes, this is my destination, all lit up and welcoming me inside, and
zestfully- I run up the path and fling open the church door.
December 24, 2015
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