• Fallen has the night of despair,
    The twinkle in her bright eyes,
    Soon to become barren,
    Succumbing to the lies,
    Of her parents distant smiles.
    Clutching her chest,
    Taking her last breaths,
    Sirens wail on; never to rest,
    Cries and pleas from afar,
    Slowly drift to sorrowful farewells,
    Fully awoken; hours in the creases,
    Terror strickens, from awful smells.
    Darkness surrounding her,
    Fuelling her innocent fears,
    Shadows dancing along the walls,
    As a silhouette slowly nears,
    Shaking; as tears start to fall,
    Tightening up; cowering in the sheets.
    A sudden slight pat to her head,
    Then a warm chuckle that merely greets,
    A tiny gasp escapes her lips,
    A timid glance from below
    A robust man with a jolly presence,
    Smiling down at her; his face aglow,
    One hand, gently wipes her damp cheeks.
    The other holding a grand surprise,
    Her eyes as big as saucers,
    His smile in the largest size,
    Torn open to reveal,
    Christmas miracles can come true.
    With one gracious good-bye,
    His joy had spread throughout her too,
    Then a cheerfully sloppy embrace.
    With a blink of her small eyes,
    That had regained their normal twinkle,
    The jolly, old fellow had been that of a disguise,
    A hidden treasure to remember and cherish,
    Had disappeared in a puff of smoke,
    Her fatigue forcing her to fall asleep.
    In the morning; with the sun shining, she awoke,
    Her parents expecting the worst,
    Came rushing in to find,
    A giggling child bouncing on a bed,
    Only one thing could come to mind,
    Their daughter was a wonder,
    To show the genuine spirit of Christmas,
    Unbeknown to the fact, it was so much more than that.