On Christmas morn the snow was deep,
Saint Francis wore a mantel
A frosty seat for Santa Claus
Or any other trav'ler
And simple trees transformed to art
All sculpture from the veil....
Wood Faerie cups, filled to the brim~~
To toast the whit'ned gale.
And silly people, such as I
Go walking through the cold;
In child-like garb too bright, too brash
This beauty to behold.
Then in the warm, the cozy house
The colors of the season...
And moments brought back from my past,
The naughty STRUWWELPETER...
At end of day, with feet propped high,
In festive garb I rest
My Christmas Star~~a tiny bird~~
Who here, has found good rest.
Lest not forgetting in the haste,
The food, the lights, the wonder
That in a stable, long ago
A tiny babe did slumber.
And brought to all of us His love,
A gift that was unceasing.
And to this day that we recall
The reason for this Season.
For the 12 days of this season of joy,
for the coming year,
may you know love and always....
Be abundantly blessed.