The teabag dips...dips...steam rises.
Candlelight bathes ancient hands
over thin pages...
"And she brought forth her firstborn Son..."
Floorboards sing with the rocker
and a purring cat.
Venerable eyes of reverence
Caress the beloved words...
"For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, Who is Christ the Lord."
"For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, Who is Christ the Lord."
Tock...tock...the midnight clock.
Cold west wind
knocks at the door.
The old woman leans...
rises...
Did the angels knock?
She cracks the door.
Christmas slips in.
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