• Velvet red stockings
    A fire place with dazzling colors, that play and dance with the light
    Silky bows glimmer delicately in the the light of the flames
    Bells of copper and gold glimmer and jingle softly
    Quiet strikes and sleep takes over
    Bringing dreams of what is to come
    A soft laugh comes from down stairs
    Now in the stockings once empty sit dolls of porcelain, wooden cars
    and other objects
    that will make a child gleam with with joy
    dawn brakes
    and the ground shakes as children rush down stairs
    there awaits the presents the cookies are gone
    Santa was here