Bells and Mistletoes

Bells and Mistletoes:

White crystals fall,

Glittering upon the glint so bright,

They land softly,

Glowing from the Christmas lights,

Mistletoe is hung in the hall,

Everyone dances,

Merry songs call all,

Around the pine, decorated with Christmas balls,

Wrapped and ribboned boxes lay,

Under the branches, next to the roots,

On them the name tags relay,

The owners' loot,

A white plate rests on the table,

With cooling cookies and warming milk,

Like every single fable,

They are for Santa Claus,

As the night thins,

Everyone nestles into their beds,

They fall into slumber,

Journeying through their dreams,

When midnight struck,

Shadows small hover on the white blanketed ground,

Bells jingle as reindeer fly and buck,

Hearty laughter sounds,

If you were awake,

You could barely hear trots of hooves,

The snow has softened the landing they make,

It is as though they never moved,

A man attired in red lumbers out of his sleigh,

Swinging over his shoulder a bulky sack,

Filled with presents, for the nice youth next day,

Which his elves expertly packed,

The house is silent and still,

It is safe for him to enter,

He hops through the chimney,

With a look ever so tender,

At first glance,

The scene isn't quite perfect,

He pats his chest,

And starts his prance,

Minutes pass,

The pine has welcomed his gifts,

Creating a mass,

That no one would miss,

Stockings hang on the fireplace,

Loaded to the brim,

With treats waiting for taste,

The sight cannot be dim,

The merry man soon crawls back to where he came,

On his chin, cookie crumbles and milk stain,

He gives his laugh of fame,

And rises up, back to the roof's lane,

In his sleigh, he flies the sky,

Waving merrily to households,

His hearty laugh echoes bye,

As he goes back into the night of snow.