On Christmas Eve Poem by DM W

On Christmas Eve, warm miracles descend
From frozen skies. A magic is present
That remains dormant the rest of the year.
It melts the heart and consoles the soul.
It lies by the Yule logs in the fireside.
It resides in the scent of pine needles.
It glows like candles in carols and hymns.
It merges with the gold - tainted moonlight.
It celebrates the joy of becoming.
It rejoices in all that is child - like.
It dances with the angels of midnight.
It whispers myriad delightful things.
It redefines the meaning of beauty.
It tastes like vintage wine. It blesses us.