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Echoes of Christmas

written by: Phyllis P. Colucci

@FictionTarot

 

Winter’s frost
brings snowflake bliss
Sparkling mounds
and white-laced kiss
Wildly stretching far and wide
Transcending centuries
Like the ocean’s tide

Soon appears Old Father Time
with Winter on his mind
He is charming, he is haunting
and his smile so very kind
He whispers words of Yuletide pride
Each treasure he leaves
is a holiday find
The Spirit of the holiday
Totally enshrined…

Echoes of Christmas come alive
Bright lights and holly
White doves arrive
Snow-capped trees
sway with ease
Touched by Angel’s breath
and heaven’s breeze

Single candles in lone windows
Wreaths hang on every door
Children and snowmen
out on the lawn
While Grandpa dozes off
for a nap and a snore

Huge fireplaces crackle
as wrapped gifts lay in wait
for family and friends
on their Christmas Eve date
Cats and dogs settle down for a bit of a rest
in joyous homes…and truly blessed

Santa prepares his magical sleigh
His annual journey just days away
Mrs. Claus plans to join the evening ride
Loyal reindeers at their side
The evening sky will be clear and free
as the Mr. and Mrs. travel with glee

The churchbells will ring
Choirs will sing
The world will stop to pray
…For the greatest gift
is the child in the manger…
Lord Jesus was born Christmas Day!

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