Can you recall
the peace of Christmas past?

How you as a
little child dreamt all year,

Rousing in the
hope Santa would come fast,

Intrigued by the
magic that caused such fear.

Swallowed in the
stilled shadows you did lay

Thereupon the
window you would tiptoe

Mostly in search
of a glimpse of his sleigh

All but to find
was a covering of snow.

Starry-eyed you’d
lay as the rest did sleep

Mindful of how slowly
the time passed by

Awakening the
whole house as you did creep

Greeted by
glorious gifts piled so high.

In the minds of children,
it is not gone,

each year they prove the magic lives on