Under the white flakes falling from a sky lit up, I saw reindeer on skis, pressed several Santas, elves busy, plump snowmen, polar bears embracing, mocking trolls, fairies twinkling beauty, hinds and stags wrapped up, a whole flock of children twirling. This procession was advancing to the sound of a fanfare unlikely gathering all animals of the ancient forest and whose leader, a great white bear wearing a red cape sublime, gesticulating and whistling a sprightly air. All this small world slid towards the large white fir, charged with golden balls, colorful gifts, a beautiful procession of Advent.
Under the tree, lived an entire city, bringing together all people, young and old, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Star and the promise of a bright future.
And my nose is twirling with delight, felt the scent of gingerbread, the smell of biscuits, a breath of cinnamon. On my cheek, my favorite pixie left a sweet kiss and a blinking short time, I saw the promise of a savior and kings millennia at his feet.
I do not think I have dreamed, or if so, a little. Yet on my cheek is the imprint of a kiss and my heart broken hopes that the band continue to play the waltz of the angels.
Under the tree, lived an entire city, bringing together all people, young and old, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Star and the promise of a bright future.
And my nose is twirling with delight, felt the scent of gingerbread, the smell of biscuits, a breath of cinnamon. On my cheek, my favorite pixie left a sweet kiss and a blinking short time, I saw the promise of a savior and kings millennia at his feet.
I do not think I have dreamed, or if so, a little. Yet on my cheek is the imprint of a kiss and my heart broken hopes that the band continue to play the waltz of the angels.
© Delphinium December 2010
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