An Enchanted Celtic Christmas Tale
By La Belle Rouge


A princess went into the forest one day
For some red winter berries to pick.
She’d heard that the wee folk like to play
In dark depths where trees grow thick.
And tricky were those little Leprechauns
Whose cousins are Artic Christmas Elves.
They’d tug your hair and pinch your arms
Then run away laughin loud to themselves!
The Old Folk say you could hear dancin
In the silver of a winter’s bright moon
All the jolly Wee Folk jumpin and prancin
Like frisky, newborn calves ‘oft do in June.
And she wondered if she might see one
For she had oft wished she could be one.



12/4/2013 La Belle Rouge


Music "Lady Iveagh"