Christmas Eve

Snow flakes seem to do a majestic dance in the air; Or so it appears at the opening of the chapel door. Gingerly walking down the front marble stair, I head into the darkness with holiday joy in store. Warmed by the spirit of celebrating the Holy Birth, I ride the bus homeward through the pristine snow. The street scene is one of colorful lights and mirth, With a bitter gust of wind pushing one and all to and fro. It feels as if it’s the same over the entire universe; Nothing but serenity and delight up and down the street, As I run to my door before the weather gets worse. Oh the joy of being home at Christmas in my cozy retreat. Off I go to slumber comfortably in the warmth of my bed. With dreams of cherubs and angels caroling in a sleigh And visions of my girl Celesta dancing stately in my head, I am entertained by thoughts of the joy of the coming day.