When snow drifts onto vacant rooftops
to where shadows of moons serenade,
wishes that are placed on Christmas Eve
are heralded through beckoning age
When jingles of distant apparitions fragment
to where children fall sound asleep,
dreams we desire will travel across
to celebrate in prayers and peace.
Be kind to the spirit who resides by your side
hold them closer to never apart,
and when the bells toll midnight, rejoice in song
it’s Christmas that holds the key to our hearts.
© Nick Hawkins, all rights reserved 8/12/13

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s