Christmas Eve
This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm
The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival
Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.
We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.
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