The Belle of Yule

She walked in the natural belle of Yule lit up like the glitter upon the trees; Holding a dove waiting for it’s release in her arms the white bird appeared a jewel; Harmony poured from every molecule, joy rang in and sang of freedom and peace; Flying off fingertips into the breeze it’s wings carried an iconic symbol; Encompassing each of the Northern Lights her smile grew like the return of the Sun; Sweetening the lips like a candy cane something to believe in rose to new heights; The journey to warmth and light had begun bringing some hope that all year would remain.