As I walked in the early morning of Christmas Day
My eyes fell upon a small object reflecting a morning ray
Bending down, I scooped up the object in my woolen glove
As the snow fell from the object
I recognized a silver bell with a golden grove
Could it be I wondered?
A bell fallen from Santa’s sleigh?
Did it belong to one of the eight?
I stood there in the snow and pondered.
The names came tumbling off my lips in layers of frosted breaths
As I beheld the bell
A moment of magic danced across my face with a smile
If one found a reindeer’s bell, would it be a prize beyond measure?
Of course, I did not believe in Santa Claus or reindeer or other mystical creatures
The silver bell with the golden grove must have come from a human sleigh
The carolers went out and about last night
Perhaps, it fell from one of them
More logical and believable
The reindeer eight was just a poem
A poem written by a professor for his children on Christmas Eve in 1822
New York City must have been a sterile place in 1822
For the Professor to write such a poem
I placed the bell in my parka inside pocket and continued my walk
Since it was just a wisp of metal
I forgot it was there
It would be Christmas Eve before I would rediscover the bell
As I held it in my hand
The apple wood fire in the hearth reflected from it
like the Christmas morning sun had a year ago
I placed it on the mantle and had a cup of apple cider
As I listened to the logs release their stored songs
The hall clock struck 11
Time to retire
As I switched off the lights, the fire glowed warmly
But the bell had caught the moon beams through the uncurtained bay window
It seemed so peacefully laying there absorbing the argentous light
As I lay in bed,
I glanced out the window and saw snow falling
Niveous and pristine
As I drifted off to sleep
I thought I heard bells in the distance
Perhaps a sleigh heading home after vespers
The next morning I looked out my window at Christmas snow
They say Christmas snow has magic
Of course, I gave up believing in magic a long time ago
Going downstairs, I filled and placed the copper teapot on the stove
A hot cup of Earl Grey would be a nice beginning to the morning
With a couple of barley scones with currants
Walking into the drawing room, the fire was fully lit to my amazement
The apple wood logs were singing away
As I raised my eyes,
I saw a stocking hanging in the middle of the mantle
Walking over to it,
It was stuffed with Aplets and Cotlets
They were my favorite fruit candy which my parents always gave me on Christmas
How? I wondered in awe.
Then I saw the silver bell with the golden grove was gone
In its place with a beige sheet of paper with forest green writing
“Thanks for finding Dasher’s bell. He’s been in a terrible temper all year. Enjoy the Aplets and Cotlets. Always remember there is magic on Christmas. You just have to believe. Kind regards, KK”
I stood there in utter amazement wondering once more…
Hope you find a stocking full of blessings this Christmas season.
May Christmas morn be magical for you once again.
Have some APLETS AND COTLETS with your morning tea.
You just have to believe…
In Christmas magic…
G. D. Williams © 2013
Twas the Night before Christmas