Pocahontas' First Christmas

In an English Man's arms she was introduced to Christ; the young princess of Aztec. Under the warmth of his breath she was told the story of the Manger. She thought she understood the tale, completely. Yes, so she thought. For as long as the blue, flickering eyes of John Smith gnawed into hers, every tale became Tales of Love. She did not understand the philosophy But she knew the very concept of Christmas, Love. On her first Christmas, Pocahontas Stood under a Maple tree on a misty mountain. She gazed afar off into Virginia. Her love had travelled to England. Her maids loitered behind her. Pocahontas missed the teaching session from the bible, On her first Christmas. And yet upon the mountain she stood contemplating Love, The true significance of Christmas. Even her first Christmas was lofty as it was divine; The young princess of Aztec.