Dreaming of Bethlehem's Stars

Eleven days before Christmas, as we were singing, " A Child Is Born"... fluffy snowflakes came down and they were as big as white popcorn. Surprised mom yelled, " Run to the window, they are more beautiful than snow flowers and daises... " Go, catch some into your warm hands and dream of Bethlehem's stars!" Astonished as those shepherds watching their sheep under the starriest sky, we saw pretty snowflakes not a wondrous star followed by the three Magi. They kept on falling and floating like dry leaves on a December's cold evening... when carols were played on a church organ that was taller than any ceiling. Merrier than angels announcing Christ's birth, we stared at His bright stable... and what we felt was the humbleness of a King whose love was so ample. Once again, we ran back to the snow-dusted window and looked into the quite sky, among the gleaming snowflakes: a golden child appeared asking for a happy lullaby. Entered in Francine Robert's contest, " A Winter Couplet " My theme: First Snowfall