Christmas Magic...

She smiled in the dark
As she pulled up the quilt,
It was all she could do
Not to let out a squeal!

Aromas of Christmas
Tickled her nose,
The thought of sweet goodies
Curled up her toes!

The fragrance of cinnamon,
and cookies, and fudge…
And bon bons, and candy canes,
All the things that she loved…

The smell was so full,
and so rich…and so good…
In a matter of minutes…
On the landing she stood.

Clutching Hairy Bear
Under one arm…
She crept down the stairs
Intending no harm.

As her foot touched the carpet
She breathed a deep sigh,
She looked down at Hairy
Who looked back with one eye.

“We made it”…she whispered,
Her heart pounding hard…
As she tiptoed to the kitchen
Hairy hanging by his arm!

It was then that she noticed
The mud in the hall…
As she slid straight through it,
Right into the wall!

Struggling to stand,
She grabbed at the tree
A morbid mistake,
For
The
Holy Family…

Next to the fireplace, they stood so serene
In the shelter of the stable
Under the Angels spread wings…
Their sheep, and their goats…
All their nice Holy things.

The tree shuddered and shook,
As she danced all around
Her feet coated with mud
Still… she made not a sound…

Losing her grip
On the tall sturdy pine
She slid headlong
Into the divine…

Joseph maintained
A serious aire…
As he crashed halo first
Into the stair.

Mary and Jesus remaining intact…
Came to rest in the umbrella rack…
The sheep, and the goats, and a camel or two,
Plunged into the fish tank…
The Angel askew.

Her eyes wide with wonder
Her appetite gone…
She thought and she pondered…
Where had she gone wrong??

Just then, from the chimney…
She heard a big Whoosh…
A fat man in red…
Plopped out on his tush!!

Her eyes wide with wonder
At what she could see
She crawled away quickly
Neath’ the half fallen tree.

He turned his head slowly
Surveying the room…
The joy in his eyes
Turned quickly to gloom…

“Oh my…” he said softly,
“What a mess we have here…
Mayhem and mischief,
That looks pretty clear…”

“All I wanted”..she sighed,
“Was something to eat…
Some warm apple pie,
Or candy, or…anything sweet!”

With the raise of his hands,
The room came alive…
He turned and he waved,
Bushy brows lifted high.

A mystical breeze…
Ever so slight,
Tousled her hair…
As all…was made right.

Order restored…
The old man grinned wide,
Walking straight to her…
He took her aside.

“Cookies and candy,
In your stocking will be,
Leave the late night carousing…
Only to me!”

With that he escorted her
Up the stairs, straight away…
As he tucked in the covers,
He had this to say…

Merry Christmas my dear one,
And Yes, it is true…
Christmas is magic…
This magic’s…for you!

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