Angels came

Angels came

carolling the night sky

with their dance

of light.

And in the love-song

that filled the dark’s crisp stillness

light revered Light.

And the poor

were enriched,

the lonely

were loved,

the forgotten

were celebrated

and there

was room

for

me.

Stars and angels came

 

                                                               They shone,

their eyes aglow with fun

and ours with tears.

And ‘twinkle’ loud

and proud

resounded in our ears.

True, the donkey strayed,

but just a bit

when all is said and done;

and it added another layer

to the wondrous

sense of fun.

  

Angels danced

and kings came

and livestock by the herd.

The narrators even

triumphed

‘cos we heard every word. 

They shone,

their eyes aglow with fun

and ours with tears.

Christmas begins.