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The Christmas Wish
The room was in darkness,
Save for the sultry alto voice within:
‘I beg you rest and refreshment,
Relax your weariness here therein.’
As dimness turned to passive bright
Her blonde locks were pushed aside,
How could this room now be filled with light
And music burst forth from the music box inside?
Bears and white horses, shadowed minstrels came to life.
Nutcrackers seemingly danced around in the air,
The angel atop the dusty tree spread her arms
To signify that love would abound everywhere.
The woman waved her arms aside
And a table was spread with delicacies of the world,
She snapped her fingers twice, then thrice
And service was made by cherubs unfurl’d.
And then her own mate dressed in black
Bowed deeply from the waist in stride,
His smile captured her eye as it had for years,
In whom she would always confide.
The cutlery danced to the table, bright silver in the light.
The candles were lit by the flames of the past.
The fire was stoked and came to life after years
The holiday was here, even a century, at last.
The fiddlers wafted in from the secluded livery
And she danced once again with her love.
As a tear fell from her eye, now the skin of youth
Her wizened hands still covered with white gloves.
Our guest was transfixed by the sight once before
This was a recollection of a former holiday
Brought back to life at the lady’s wish
Specifically for this special come what may.
They danced like they had when they were wed,
And she had dreamed for a bountiful wish,
When time would be theirs yet again.
When a guest would arrive with a heavenly gift.
It was their Christmas dance once again
They had reunited on their special day.
It was smiles filled with laughter and cheer
Brought alive by a wish of fate.
© 2014 Deb Hirt