The magic begins with a baby, of course. And finishes with redemption. How can anyone not love Christmas!?
Christmas Night
The night is cold. The air clean
and clear. Spiraling stars fling
soft halos that illumine
the hills. There’s a quickening
in my soul: a listening,
not with ears—lingering
echoes from an ancient year—
I can still hear angels sing!
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