And so it was on Christmas day
So very long ago
That once again the star appeared
That had been lost below.
For black shadows had driven it
Far behind the moon
And no one knew, save one,
What made it reappear.
I’ll tell you the story
During the midnight hour
When one is close to dreams
And angels hover at the edge
Whispering possibillities.
For thus it was told to me, my friend,
During the bewitching hour
When light turns into dark
And fairies rule the world.
It was on the eve of snowflake skies
And dancing in the woods
That wee ones saw the little babe
Swaddled and sleeping in snow.
Such innocence sleep can’t deny
And as if in reply to holy child
Wee ones danced around the babe
Guarding the child from eyes of prey.
And as they danced they built a fire
To protect the babe from winter’s fury
Little one did not wake nor did he cry
But slept on through the night.
And dance they did as fire flamed big
Until the child’s eyes opened in wonder
To behold the light
In silvery night
The wee ones danced around.
And the pixie brought milk
From the unicorn’s horn
For babe to suckle upon,
They loved child with tender smile
As one of their very own.
At daybreak wee ones put out the fire
Fairy folk were careful to hide
Trace of their abode,
For pryng eyes might discover
Little child without a mother.
And so at dawn
Before shadows grew long
Alabaster star
Guiding ever
Brought from the East
Kings bearing gifts,
To worship sublime
The king for all time
Lying as little babe
In the snow.
The wise men foretold
Evil one coming
As snake in the night
On venomous journey
Seeking to destroy
The innocent one.
Then wee ones at nightfall
Circled more frenzied
Around growing pyre
Unleashing fury
At evil one’s desire.
And what was decided
Was to remain united
Seeking to protect
Babe in the woods.
Star must be dimmed
No light therein
So evil one would
Wander as lost.
And so they together
Wee ones, pixies, fairies
Strong magical force
Coalesced into one,
Shot as an arrow
Into the heavens
Eclipsing babe’s
Celestial sun.
‘Twas the fairies that shaded
The light so emblazoned
From the gaze
Of the evil one.
No illumination to be followed
Evil king’s cries became hollow
So child slept on
In the snow.
And still child is sleeping,
Still child is sleeping.
Evil one still wanders
Seeking light yonder
Blind to the light
Above and below.
So wee folks returned
At cold one’s time
To earthlings known
As Christmastime.
With love returned
Radiant star light
And this, my friend,
In the night,
Was told to me
By the one who knew
The star that was dimmed
Again shone free.
The grace of the evergreen
Imbued with light
A song sung
In the night,
Of one little babe
In swaddling clothes
Child of light
Asleep in the snow.
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