by Nicki Strudwick
A Christmas Eve Reflection
A little church sits still, In the valley. Snow is quietly falling. From the frozen forest A silent deer, Creeps forward....watching. Branches powdered with snow Glisten with light Stand proudly.,overall. The moon is extra bright And lonely owl Sits heralding wisdom. Candle light flickering In the old church, Christmas pine and warm spice, Orange and cinnamon All feel the air. Let midnight mass begin Heavens angels
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