The Christmas Angel

As snowfall paints the Christmas
scene this eve
and burning embers in the fireplace fade
to cast the faintest glow
upon the room,

which shines upon our weighted
Christmas tree
of antiqued ornaments and candycanes
red garland and a hanging carousel

my eyes seek out the top
the highest peak
and I find solace, peace, contentment there

in an angel whose flowing satin gown
holds pearls which hang from loops
of golden thread.

And at her back are spread
two gilded wings
tranquility to still the raging heart

I see the ray of hope shine in her face
and in her eyes I see my birth, my death.

Yet I contented, knowing she stands guard,
gaze nightfall from a frosted window pane
to find the star of peace there in the sky
and whisper gently as I watch you sleep.

"May the Christmas angel light your path,
and grant you what you dared only to dream".

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