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