THE
TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
On
the first day of Christmas, thoughts of
childhood delight
Were spread across the rooms and into
spaces of the night
For on the Christmas tree I saw through
small and wondering eyes
The magic of a sleigh that would be flying
through the skies
On
the second day of Christmas, I could see a
speedy sled
With wooden top all shiny new, and runners
painted red
That day was independence for a six to old
to own
A sled to ride the waves of time and
distances alone
The
third Day of Christmas, beneath the
Christmas tree
A looking glass that would reflect the
inner parts of me
For in the mirror I could see a girl now
fully grown
Out of childhood sweet fantasies to new
ones of her own
On
the fourth Day of Christmas there was a
diamond ring
Reflecting Christmas candles and the joy
that they would bring
The glory of the birth of Christ now
touched me in a way
That the beauty of His love shone down
upon my wedding day
On
the fifth day of Christmas a child came to
earth
In the silence of life's meaning, in the
miracle of birth
I could feel the love of Christmas shining
deep within my core
And I promised I would teach him of a Love
more grand and pure
On
the sixth day of Christmas, with wonder in
his eyes
A stocking full of goodies, each a little
sweet surprise
And I saw him look for Santa Clause in
heavy falling snows
That night against the window pane, he
pressed his little nose
On
the seventh day of Christmas, a new and
shiny sled
And underneath the wooden slats, his name
engraved in red
I watched him as he pushed himself from
off the hilly glaze
Into the independence of his up and coming
days
On
the eighth day of Christmas he gave a
diamond band
That glittered in the memories when placed
upon her hand
Reflecting on the walls the prism rainbows
of my life
The babe, the child, the teen, the bride,
the mother and the wife
On
the ninth day of Christmas I paused in
retrospect
The years of pain, the years of joy, the
things I would expect
And in that moment I had seen that measure
of my days
Cannot be spread in distance over land or
sky or waves
On
the tenth day of Christmas my grandson
said to me
What is in the magic of a lovely Christmas
tree?
I said the tree is filled with light, just
as the Light of Love
That shown down on a little Child from
places up above
On
the eleventh day of Christmas, my aged
eyes could see
The glory of the Child who was born and
died for me
My eyes were growing weary, though the
glitter of the light
Still lit the magic wonder in the joys of
Christmas night
On
the twelfth day of Christmas, a gift was
given to me
For I had gone to heaven, there to dwell
eternally
Then looking down upon the earth a child
tucked in bed
Beneath the tree, red runners on a shiny
wooden sled
