It is but a few days before that magical night of Christmas Eve. A time when the sounds of the city fade into the distance, and the quiet of the night is palpable. It is that time when for a brief moment anything seems possible, and also a time when memories come flooding back to make the night more meaningful.
I wrote this poem for such a night as this Christmas Eve, and Brandy and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and may all your New Year’s dreams come true.
The Stars Were Singing
The stars were singing,
In a sky full of dark.
On that Christmas Eve.
Candlelight moved to the music,
Casting shadows upon the wall,
And the wine glasses sparkled.
Your eyes shone brightly for a time,
Your smile would come and go
Like the shadows on the wall.
Bailey’s purrs came as you stroked her fur.
Your lap was her favorite place.
And you asked for another glass.
Wine made the music more poignant,
And, on this miracle of nights,
We talked of miracles that might never come.
We talked into the night
Like we had so many Christmas Eves before,
But this night, we didn’t want it to end.
As the last of the candles died,
And the shadows melted back into the night,
We could hear it again.
The stars were singing
In a sky full of dark,
On that last Christmas Eve.