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Midnight Christmas


The midnight air was a crystal vise

Crushing a billion bits of ice -

One stood out grand and glaring.

Mary, a virgin in her bearing,

Joseph trying to make the best

Of expectations. You know the rest:


Denied the use of house and table,

The birth took place in a humble stable.

Shepherds, black and yellow kings,

The sky a feast of angels' wings.

Thirty years later came the dove,

Ushering in the age of love.


***

The Return of the Magi


This town is one we've seen before:

These crooked lanes, that stable door.


Although it must have been a dream,

For never were we here before.


And that quick dog, scared and lean,

Crossing the square scarcely seen


And the dark-haired girl leaning out

The hostel window familiar seem. 


The sky was lit by the evening star

As now, but brighter then by far;


Above us shuddered angels' wings

And we had journeyed far, so far.

C

Frank Thomas Smith

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