The Twilight Before Christmas
By Heather King and Rose Brungard
Twas the twilight before Christmas and all through the lands,
Not a thing has occurred that was not of my hand.
The snowglobe he holds has a secret inside,
Where the mist rolls in place of the snow that's outside.
A chill, colder still than the air they will feel,
As I rejoice in release as I slip past the seal
A wreath of holly meant to greet,
Looks much better tossed in the street.
A town dreams of sweet thoughts while nestled in bed,
Until nightmares of me begin to dance in their heads.
The time, it was right, for a present or two,
And the fog on the sand holds a secret, a clue
As lovers meet beneath mistletoe bright,
Terror ignites down below them this night
And the blood runs red on the pristine white snow...
While around all the houses the Christmas lights glow.
A star burns hot in the dead of the night,
As the bell tolls it's now midnight
Beneath the star, that shines so bright,
An act unfolds, to my delight
In the stocking hung with gentle care,
A mystery, I know, is hidden there.
A candle burns with an eerie glow,
As it melts, the wax does flow,
My last gift now, is a special one,
A candy cane for a special son,
He watches and tends and knows the land,
But not enough to evade my hand.
All deeds are now done, forgiveness is mine,
As two people share a love for all time
I love this poem! It is fantastic! I promise.
"Reading is my passion."
