Laden boughs hold the snow
and the season can begin.
all the bending shadows know
that it's Christmas time again.
Silver bells and stocking hung,
glistening prints on windowpanes,
wishes call from every tongue
from every child, a season reigns
Delighted voices, frozen creeks
all the sleds on every hill
and upon some rosy cheeks,
burn the magic and the thrill.
Locomotives, choo choo trains
the simplicity of giving.
Mistletoe and drawing names
and a time to be forgiving.
In the distance, one star shines
to remind us what it means.
It's the constant of all signs,
and outlives all other scenes.
It's all wrapped up in the sky,
ringing with the silver bells,
it's a presence drawing nigh,
to our hearts, where Christmas dwells.
Author: Kathleen Blake Vibbert
Indiana
'2000
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