The Eve Of Christmas Poem by Joseph Blitch

Gazing from picture window of my still home,
Summers pleasant panoramic view now gone,
Powered with whitish of snow a view serene,
Holly berries silhouetted by leaves of green,
In the street horse drawn sleigh ring and clang,
From dripping roof icicles now clingingly hang,
The gentle breeze builds drifts of powder snow,
Playful youth make snow angels; quite a show,
All over every thing outside wears a white lace,
Dusk comes with inside warmth from fireplace,
In the quiet stillness of the full moon lit night,
The glistening snowy white; a delightful sight,
My mind’s eye drifts and turns back the clock,
Catching visions of shepherds tending a flock,
As angles come into view to declare and sing,
News filled with peace and joy they did bring,
The Messiah coming as a babe by virgin birth,
As the King of all that I am coming to the earth,
As a sacrificial lamb to die, Yet all is not dim,
His Kingdom will be here when He comes again!