One Christmas Day by Clara Mitchell
One Christmas Day by Clara Mitchell I like to gather trinkets all in a line-- Row after row. A chorus of cherubs with six sounding trumpets, Rolling out from a gift box, And into the palm of my hand. I could see the dance of music. I caught a glimpse of pink and colors like cotton candy-- The colors held a carousel of Angels. I gave a gentle push to the lead Angel. The harps began to play. The Angel's wings took flight moving the Carousel round and round. I too, went round and round as if I had wings. I was unable to stop falling into my Christmas tree-- The branches broke my fall. There were many tiers of Angel hair. Beneath the tree's frosted needles, I saw Mary and Joseph kneeling next to me. Moving as close as I could, I was able to kneel, In hopes that the Child that lay Could hear my carousel of Angels play.