The moon is shining on the crest of the hills
Stars are mingling with snowflakes descending
Listen carefully to the echoes that are now still
From the day’s events that seemed unending

Of Children laughing and sliding on sleds
Shoppers hurrying along in decorative gear
Handling stress and happiness seems widespread
While smaller children’s eyes are all revere

Funny snowmen pop up on every lane
Looking very haphazard in the clothes they wear
Parents smiling, shaking hands and looking arcane
While festive sounds and smells fill the air

Houses start to look jeweled and all aglow
Children are sleeping and have said their prayers
And Mr. Moon shines on the newly fallen snow
Weary shoppers have hoarded and wrapped their wares

Snowmen are grinning in the mystical mist
And daytime echos have quieted and ceased
Parents read the childish scrawl of Christmas lists
And the stillness brings about a certain peace

Ascending wishes travel on snowflakes soaring
And they climb upward for all they’re worth
Each carrying the same prayer that needs restoring
Peace, Joy and Goodwill across the earth.

The End

Copyright 2000