Happy Christmas For-Ever

Twas the night before Christmas, some day long ahead

My granddaughter tucking her kids into bed;

The aroma of wood smoke hung soft in the air,

As mamma reached down gently ruffling their hair.

And now that the children were snug in their beds,

Good dreams sensing sleep came to dance in their heads;

And mamma in repose watched with joy and delight

As the dreams settled in to dance through the night.

Then all of a sudden mamma's mind found some clutter

She crept to the hall and started to mutter.

Away to the kitchen she flew like a flash,

Threw open the back door and took out the trash.

Smiling back on her nest, so much Love to bestow

Her bluster a symbol, her face all aglow.

Then, what to her wondering eyes should appear

But a miniature spring bubbling up cold and clear;

With a twisting and turning so lively and quick

She thought for a moment it must be a trick.

With wonder and awe she examined its source

And whistled and shouted, surprised by its force.

Now dashing and dancing and prancing within it!

Like rapids, with ice cubes; could stand but a minute!

To the top of the hill! To the stone-gated wall!

Refreshed! And Renewed! She dashed in a thrall!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

So did mamma becalm and ponder the why.

And up to the house, from its source she did go

With a head full of thoughts and an echoing flow.

And then came an inkling; a sound soft and sweet

The prancing and pawing of children's bare feet.

As she drew in her head and was turning around,

Down the hill came her kids with a laugh and a bound.

They were dressed in their pj's on this warm southern night,

And their legs were a-churning as if to take flight.

A bundle of joys full of zest, zip, and zing,

They ran to their mamma and started to sing.

Their eyes -- how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!

Their cheeks were like roses, their singing quite airy!

The song from their mouths seemed in tune with the flow

Of the spring as they sang of the things they did know.

The Love of their mamma and each other too,

And their encircled thoughts, and how to speak true;

And how to decide, and avoid all that's smelly,

And how to be grateful for food in their belly.

They sang for their mamma - a right jolly old elf

They sang with the spring, of a strong sense of self;

A wink of an eye and a twist of a head,

And this song, and their gift caused a tear to be shed;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her spring,

A gift from her children; it spoke everything.

And laying her thinking aside, now she knows

A shared intuition that for-ever flows;

It sprang from its depths; its force made her whistle,

And Love flew around like the down of a thistle.

Then she heard her kids sing, full of sweetness and light;

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT

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