12.10

crisp and clear, I shovel

a path to the baby Jesus

manger scene in our front

yard.

snow topping high upon the

plastic brows. wiseman,

wiseman, joseph, mary,

wiseman, baby Jesus waits

yet to come and make his way.

oh sparkler night, O decorations

simple, tell me that story now,

of why we wait and gaze

of why we stand and hope

for something in the darkness,

shining in the darkness lit by

the crystal way

waiting for those angels

shining in the darkness,

lit ever by the starlight

that fills and leads our stay.

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