Christmas Poem

"The wait is over Northern wind whistles carol Christmas in the air." - Quote by Poet Merry Christmas time is in our joyous sight, embraced by the frosty December ambiance, as the sun-starved days fade away fast in the gripping fold of the freezing night. The leaves of fir trees flash as the stars shine with the gloss of the gleaming splendor. In the firmament of our enchanted hearts elation shimmers bright with the divine light. The northern wind whispers the winter tune, mingling with the church bells that toll in solitude. With the elated children the sleighs slide on the buried pathways of the meadow white. The cadence of the carol melody floats in the air from afar with the heavenly flair, rides the whirling waves of silent snowflakes, sparkling with the sequins of mesmeric moonlight. The portals of our minds will open to insight, perceive the essence of His boundless kindness permeate the cauldron of our devotion, we’ll offer Him from the core of our devout souls. The sinned will be saved by His munificence, glittering as the star of the ornate fir tree, that will glisten with the radiance of kinship, inspiring us with the belief of Christmas spirit. Our minds flitter like the beguiled butterfly, collect the color and scent of sensual flowers, filling up the cornucopia of delight to the brim, that we offer Him with dedicated soul full of joy. The lighted candles will drive the darkness away, the star will descend on the Christmas tree, that will glitter with the patina of happy time, making our hearts pulsate with the festive rhyme.