Christmas Eve 2 Poem by DM W

Christmas Eve is the bringer of good tidings.
It is when our hearts melt and Love consoles.
It is the emblem of many splendoured things:
It resides in Yule logs burning slowly on the fireside.
It is ancient ritual bursting into modern life.
It is the sound of sweet grace in carols and hymns.
It is the joy that lies dormant the rest of the year.
It delights in brightly coloured lights warming wintry streets.
It is the dream - like scent of pine needles in the air.
It flows in silvery tinsel & cards & stars & baubles.
It is the mad dash to wrap precious presents.
It is the snow white wonder in children's eyes.
It is the rich taste of vintage, blood red wine.
It is the December moon's magical, golden glow.
It glides with the sleigh of old Saint Nicholas.
It rattles like reindeer's hooves on rooftops.
It hovers with gentle angels in frozen skies at midnight.
It contains the whispered words of divine providence.
It is found in miracles unfolding moment by moment
It is the reciting of prayers by soft candlelight
It is the anticipation of the gift of His birth.
It is when our hearts melt and Love consoles.