Christmas
Eve.
So
looking childishly into the cold night, waiting...
*
Indigo
night sprinkled with sparkling stars,
and
the vast echoes of time past.
A
horned, cratered smiling moon, beams down,
lighting
up twinkling, frosted diamante´ paths.
Cobwebs
made of fairy lights
drift
on a far horizon, whilst
frosted,
crystal trees blown
by an
icy breath, shake,
branches
chiming like tiny bells.
Excited
children shiver,
innocence
escapes
through
words of wonder
sensing
the strangeness of this night.
I
seek a hand to hold,
for I
see monsters where none exist.
Comforting
warm utterances and voice
turn
my mind to the texture of velvet.
Worried
minds wait to be stroked
into
peaceful, calming, waves.
Voices
soothe me and talk to me.
I fall
into an enchanted dreamy sleep
For
tonight is an indigo night, a magic night.
When
the morning rides in
it
will bring new things and
capture
excitement, fresh intentions, joy.
When
the morning rides in,
it
will usher into the world a childlike day.
A day
that will be sacred memory
forever
recalled in wonder by one
who
will no longer be afraid of monsters,
on
crisp, sparkling, indigo, Christmas Eve nights.
copyright
Diana Leighton December 2021
And so the world is
silent.
Each breath suspended -
as a frozen
snowflake
falling on to soft snow.
Was that the sound of
bell?
No - it was icicles,
chiming and shivering in the snowy cold.
I thought I heard a
hoof fall
No - it was Mr fox
looking for his Christmas
dinner.
Was that Santa’s
reindeer -
snuffling, rootling,
searching for food?
No - it was the old
badger
out in the garden.
Did I hear Ho Ho Ho?
No - It was just the owl
hooo hoooooting
hooo hoooooting
In the old gnarled
oak hole
Now it’s
Christmas morning
Santa’s Been!
Look! Look!!
Oh thank you! thank
you Santa!
I promise I’ll be
good forever…
Happy Christmas!
The ChristmasAngel
~*~*~*~*~
A happy Christmas to everyone who reads my pages. xxx
The ChristmasAngel
The
Christmas Angel waited. She sat in her box all wrapped up in sparkling tinsel
and delicate soft pink tissue... but she was feeling very sad and forgotten.
One
cold snowy day, her box opened, and the Christmas Angel was gently lifted up to
the light. Some very small warm hands held her and they very carefully removed
the tinsel and unwrapped the tissue paper.
The
Christmas Angel smiled at the little girl who was looking at her. The
little girl said, “How lovely and pretty you are”. The Christmas Angel was so
happy that she was once again in the light and warmth of the room seeing and
hearing the sights and sounds of Christmas.
The
little girl was laughing now, then ran across the room holding the Christmas
Angel and gently placed her at the top of the tree. The little Christmas Angel
looked down and saw that all her old friends were there. She wiggled her
sparkly wings and sprinkled stardust over the tree so that it shimmered in the
moonlight. The tin soldiers saluted her, the sugar mice waggled their long
tails, and the wobbly striped sugar canes straightened up. Then the tiny little
robins very proudly fluffed out their feathers and whistled a tune for
her.
Now
the Christmas Angel and her friend were happy. It was Christmas
and they were all together once again.
~*~*~*~*~
A happy Christmas to everyone who reads my pages. xxx
all writing is the copyright
Diana Leighton December 2021
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