As I watch the pretty snowflakes dance their way down from the sky.
The winter's wind whispers, thoughts of days gone by.
Magick is all around us if only we choice to see.
It is in the sweet sound of a child's laughter.
It is in their breathless anticipation.......
Listen a squeak on the stairs, could it be… is Santa there.
Knowing they better keep still for they cant make a peep, He does not leave toys. Unless you are asleep.
It is in the moments of all their Christmas wishes.
As the Christmas lights twinkle, shining brighter then the stars.
We should all remember just how lucky we really are.
Wishing Everyone a bright and cheerful Christmas!!
I wish I was one of the kids in that poem...sounds quite lovely :)
ReplyDeleteGayle... so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks :o)
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