Crystal, twinkling,
trunk warm and adorned in a fluffy seat of red.
Drooping boughs and bowing
before the gleaming luminescences
worm their way around.
Golden orb of light,
a star set sparkling upon your head
A baby born,
a miracle coddled and swaddled,
a manger to follow underneath you
You’re a sight to behold,
bringing meaning to this bitter cold.
You’re a spectacal
shining and timeless
Dawning Creations 
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