Christmas Eve
Night air hangs sharp yet sombre,
Wrapping bodies with its peaceful cold.
Sepia street lights fill the once busy pavements,
Masking white velvet blankets, with tranquil gold.
Slow, gentle snowfall, softly rest upon cobbles,
Melt into warm cheeks and coats, made of wool.
Warm breaths of laughter cloud happy rose faces,
Sparse footsteps fade softly, from flakes thick and full.
Carol's of comfort and joy fill air with sweet festive song,
Twinkling lights fill happy eyes with delight.
Sounds echo and soften as the bustle fade,
The city begins to turn in for the night.
The streets gradually empty as folk return to their homes,
Chimney smoke rise as the night chill embraces.
Socks and gloves that fell victim to snow fights and angels,
Lay lined up in front of warm, crackling fireplaces.
Coats turn to gowns, pyjamas and slippers,
Warm mugs heal hands, once bitten by snow.
As heads rest upon pillows and blankets pulled over,
Sleepy heads rest, though hearts stay awake all aglow.
Magic fills young minds with dreams of what sunrise will bring,
Tiny ears listen out for jingle bells on a sleigh.
What magic awaits those who dare to believe,
What joys await.. for Christmas Day.
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