The Poetry of Christmas

There is rhythm and a beat to Christmas time. It starts slowly then swells to a crescendo

Sparkling are the Christmas lights,
In the frosty air the carols sound,
Stars twinkle brightly on cloudless nights
The magic that's Christmas is all around.

Children run out excited to see
The first snowflakes when they fall.
Each stares in wonder at the laden tree
Lit up in their home's darkened hall.

The presents we are gaily wrapping,
Cards come daily from our friends,
Into rhythms of Christmas we're tapping,
Praying that the goodwill never ends.

Then it's Christmas Eve once more we find
That we remember stories of a bright star,
The Nativity scenes are there to remind,
Of shepherds and kings that came from afar.

On whatever religion we may be relying
Let's use this happy time, evil to defeat,
For most of us there's really no denying
The poetry of Christmas has a powerful beat.