The Greatest Night Of The Year - Poem by Nicholas Nikolov
The stunning Christmas tree - magnificent memories -
glittering brighter than the twinkling
starry night above - combined beautifully
with the soft glow of the gorgeous ornaments
that gently rotate - hanging off the branches accordingly.
The oven-baked, homemade, sweet-smelling aroma
of deliciously scrumptious chocolate chip cookies
baked to perfection, and fittingly accompanied
by a nice cold glass of milk is icy as the non-frightful
frozen winter wonderland that already storms outside.
The once timeless ever-enjoyable
Christmas jingles of the Holiday carols - sublimely adorable -
decreased to a grand delightful
whispering of a loving mother blessing her children.
Now, all children slumbering, and are now dreamland inhabitants. Each child awaken upon
the Eve of Christmas in the wee hours -
awoken by the clattering clip-clopping,
the jingle-jangly sleigh bells holly - miraculous sustenance;
the angelic-like singing of the winds whistling;
hastily tumbling-wumbling down towards the Christmas tree
in untamed desperation; trying to catch the always illusive
Santa Claus. Sadly, the kids unsuccessful again, yet his
joyfully unbound cheerful heart-warming 'HO! HO! HO's! '
The 'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! ' wish echoes. Daybreak has come, the children
jump off their beds and race down, ripping
and tearing the presents
with a big reversed frown.
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