A poem of fantasy ,

I saw the little green light shimmering from my window
"come join us in the forest" they whispered my way
"they are all asleep and it is Christmas day
come join us, on mother earth's parkay"
said the harpist as she plucked a unicorn glowed
Two emerald wings clapping happily, a hummingbird fairy
a tiny snail and the deer, all part of the master plan
the beaver sat on the plaid, a gift from good old Nan
all joined to the hip with a bunny named Stan
and singing mushrooms, so light and so airy
Yes off the the forest I glided alone and quite content
as the fish with his mouth agape treaded the waters of jubilee
the glen came alive with festive sounds, a garland of poetry
I was transported into a different world to party,
it was like celebrating with friends, beneath a magic tent.