“Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.”
"The moon reflects the fallen snow And makes it light as day I lay awake upon my bed, As the clock tick tocks away. A sound pierces the silence, Perhaps a sleigh upon the roof. And rushing to the chimney, The clip clop of reindeer's hooves. My heart fills with excitement. Could Santa Claus be there? I gently tip toe from my room And down the wreath-lined stairs. Then almost in a whisper, I hear a Ho, Ho, Ho! And spy a hulking shadow In the trees' prismatic glow. I peek around the corner, And sitting in Dad's chair Is Santa Claus in all his glory, Munching cookies I prepared. His cheeks are pudgy, rosy red, And his eyes are kind and bright. I feel frozen there right where I stand, Bewitched by such a sight. He seems a happy fellow, As he finishes his snack. His bulbous belly shakes with glee As he gathers up his sack. And then I see beneath the tree, Toys of every size. Everything I ever wished for, Laid out before my eyes. And there beside the chimney, As he prepares to take his leave, Santa gives a hearty Ho, Ho, Ho! Then winks and waves at me. Then suddenly he vanishes, As the chimney shakes with soot. And all I see at that last moment Are his black and shiny boots. I feel so sad and thoughtless As I watch him cross the sky. I never even thanked him Or wished him luck and said good-bye. Well, next year will be different, For I'll be waiting there. And when Santa makes his visit, I'll show him just how much I care. I'll knit for him the longest scarf To keep the cold at bay And a huge and cozy blanket To warm his lap inside his sleigh. And when it's time for him to go, He'll not use the chimney anymore, For I will shake my good friend's hand And blithely walk him to the door."
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