By Olivia Crawford
The shining
The shining of
The crisp morn sun
On the frozen pond
Surrounded by a coat of
Delicate
Snow;
The ice
Kissed by jack frost
In the night.
Evergreen trees
Stand
As the hunchback of Notre-Dame
Turned white
A million stars
Seem to have shattered
Delicately sifting
Unto the earth
The shining
The shining
Of Christmas trees
Decorated
And glowing
Hiding many a present
In their lower bows
Wrapped each
In bright patterns
And knotted bows
The stockings
Hung with care
And fat with
Candy
Toys
And goodies of all sort
The shining
The shining of the pans
Waiting on the stove
To sizzle bacon
And make the gravy
To soak the biscuits in
The table
Lined with candles
Waiting to be lit
And the plates ready to serve
With the forks
Knives
And spoons
At the beck and call
The shining
The shining
Of the children's eyes
As the crisp morn sun
Blazes into their rooms
Filling hearts
With
JOY.