At Last, It’s Christmas



the lights

nor the gourmet feast.

It wasn’t the mistletoe kiss


It wasn’t santa nor

the gifts he’d bring. Something in

the air just made angels sing. Something about

this star-lit night. Something that made everything all right.

Unspoken, unknown, yet felt

all around. Mysterious, intriguing, a new king

crowned. The love shown in every little way. Something

special about this very day. What is this feeling? Few may ask. It’s



A t  L a s t

At Last, It’s Christmas

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