Looking out into the darkness
I can see the twinkling lights;
Christmas seems to be all around,
As I look out into the night.
I gaze at my surroundings,
My sparkling starlit tree;
Adorned on top by an angel,
Who seems to be looking at me.
Presents so carefully wrapped up,
With ribbons of green and of gold;
Waiting to be opened by loved ones,
Their mysteries yet to be told.
Candles glowing in every window,
Like a beacon they shine on the snow;
A wreath gently hung on the front door
Holiday music is heard playing low.
I look back up at that angel,
Who sits on her perch up above;
And for a moment I am certain,
She is speaking to me, out of love...
"It's a wonderus, magical season,
No greater joy could there impart
If every day were like Christmas,
And you kept it alive in your heart."
I blinked and had to shake my head,
Not believing what I just heard.
Then thought of the magic of Christmas
And the angel's whispered words.
Awakened by an angel?
I suppose thats a good place to start...
Because it really can't be Christmas
Until you find it in your heart!
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