Santa's Birth

Santa’s Birth

‘Cross the River of Diamonds, behind the bright moon,

beyond the flaming oceans of the morning sun,

O’ertop the rising chorus of the Seraphim’s tune,

Where the crystal loom sings, and time has been spun.

Here, in one brilliant moment, joy sang out a ruby red note,

A cheeky smile flashed out on high,

Heaven’s scribe paused from what he wrote,

The teary-eyed mother abandoned her sigh.

Then, the quick and powerful word,

Etched in lightening and in thunder,

What was visible and unheard,

Into visible rollicking wonder.

Turning, twirling, swaying merry circles,

Sweeping, dipping, bowing, oh so low,

Reds and greens, deep burgundy and purples,

Soaring, reaching , beyond the highest bow.

Drinking in the wandering laughter,

Basking in the noonday rays,

Meandering in the Ever After,

Feasting on Eternal Days.