Christmas Eve












Christmas Eve.



So looking childishly into the cold night, waiting...
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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 2015








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
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



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 the little girl were happy. It was Christmas and they were all together once again.
  
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A happy Christmas to everyone who reads my pages. xxx



all writing is the copyright Diana Leighton December  2015