As the winter solstice
Comes around once more
The season of illusion
Comes knocking at our door

For those children
Who still believe
That many gifts
They will receive

From the mystical man
Riding a sleigh in the sky
Pulled by reindeer and
No one ever sees them fly

The magic of Christmas
And stories from the past
Will live on for infinity
Until the very last

To those who are in need
And all the others in between
Bringing hope and wishes
Who would ever dare intervene

Merry Christmas

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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  2 comments for “Magic

  1. December 21, 2018 at 7:08 pm

    Merry Christmas!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 21, 2018 at 7:34 pm

      Thank you Bette. You too 🙂💕

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