Tried to think of a Christ centred poem but had nothing new.
Merry Christmas one and all.
Soft she slips into the wood, Garlanding brush and branches, Spreading out her lovely cloak, To cover posts and fences. Now she drifts into the yard, Making all things bright, Swathing each and every thing, In a mantle of pure white. The roses in my garden, Will sleep through Winter's night, Beneath their mantle made of snow, Hidden from my sight. Winter's queen is lovely, And wonderful to see, Sparkling in the moonlight, She smiles and beckons me. Come walk with me in moonlight. Come dance beneath the stars. Laugh as snow flakes kiss your face. This moment now is ours.
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