Christmas Magic
Each brilliant midnight star in this wintry sky
reflects the innocent eyes of children that shine...
children remembering that glorious night lost to time;
will angels appear as they wait and sigh?
Isn't that the merry feeling of Christmas
that brings them to the stable where the cow
and the sheep keep Baby Jesus warm as a fire's glow?
Everyone should imagine this pretty scene with wondrous eyes!
Stroll down the busy streets of New York City or any town,
let those tricolor lights dust your fantasy with their Christmas magic,
feel the warmth as they glow like old Santa's who was a former clown...
isn't that the merry feeling of Christmas seen in his smile so sympathetic?
Entered in Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Christmas Magic "
written by Andrew Crisci
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