The world lies in a darkness, thinned by fog. Stillness wraps the moment with reverance. I've a cat in the window, keeping watch for angels-- human eyes can't see what the heart must sense. Small fingers will soon arrive, rending paper, scattering bows, in frenzied, joyous excess. The world will soon awaken, but I keep a solitary vigil to remember the coming of Light in human flesh, the birth of Love's true son.
There's something to be said about catching an early morning on Christmas Day. Your poem has captured most of them. Thank you for sharing it and Merry Christmas to you.
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A delightful story of a needy family of squirrels who are kicked out of their village, because of their tattered clothes and nests.
Abandoned and in search of friends to accept them, they travel many roads of r
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