You Must Believe, a poem by Phyllis P. Colucci at Spillwords.com
This publication is part 98 of 105 in the series 12 Days of Christmas

You Must Believe

written by: Phyllis P. Colucci

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Yuletide Spirits from long ago
Came tapping at my door
I welcomed them with open arms
as they shuffled ‘cross my floor

They brought wreaths of gold
and silver stars
Cinnamon sticks in cookie jars
Garland made of holly and love
A Christmas ornament of a White Dove

They decorated my home with tons of glee
Dancing around my Christmas tree
They did not speak as I hoped they would
So I just smiled as best I could

I left them to pleasantly “haunt” my house…
While I retired upstairs like a quiet little mouse
I wrapped myself up in my Christmas duvet
and listened joyfully to the “Nutcracker” Ballet
…While Yuletide Spirits from long ago
Kept the magic of Christmas all aglow

I soon fell into slumber on this Christmas Eve
as they whispered sweetly, “You must believe!”
The snow fell softly throughout the night
I woke up to white mounds of pure delight
I followed the scent of cinnamon and pine
Down the stairs! What a magical find!

A holiday table set for a family of nine
A turkey in the oven and large bottles of wine
Christmas Carols playing on an old radio
Presents all wrapped and ready to go

The fireplace radiant with its amber glow
I had no idea, how was I to know?
My red velvet dress was set out for a Queen
I cried as I embraced this exquisite scene

I hurriedly dressed for Christmas Day
My Yuletide Spirits paved the way
My doorbell rang quite loud this year
My family arrived with Christmas Cheer
… I can hear the Spirits from this past Eve
Whispering sweetly, “You must believe!”

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