That Starry Christmas Eve

 

That Starry Christmas Eve

 

 

A girl stood at her bedroom window,

Gazing at the sky,

Her mind a-wandering, heart aglow,

Soft-lit her dreamy eye,

 

Not seeing sparkling stars so bright,

Nor brilliant shining moon,

But candy-coloured fairly lights,

Plump baubles like balloons.

 

And tinsel swirling round a tree,

Shimmer of silver and gold,

And sweet a timeless melody

Recounts the tale of old-

 

When over Bethlehem a star

Held fast above a stable

And three wise men came from afar,

To kneel before the cradle-

 

Then something caught her sleepy eye,

Just as she turned to bed.

Yes- there, it flashed across the sky,

What seemed to be- a sled!

 

Being pulled by four-legged wingless creatures

With antlers on their head;

A jingling sound seems just to reach her

And a flash of something red

 

Up front could just about be seen

And a man sits in the back,

In one gloved hand his reindeers’ reins,

In the other a brimful sack.

 

But then it vanished like a dream

So, she could not believe

For sure what she had really seen,

That starry Christmas Eve.

 

 

For Amber: December 4^th, 2020

 

Steve Lang

Steve Lang is a poet whose poetry has frequented Ariel Chart. His poem "Raphael" was nominated for the Pushcart Poetry Prize for 2020.