While stars shimmered on Buttermilk Bay,
The reflecting lights heralded Christmas day.
Like the old bay’s traditions of Christmas’ past,
Christmas Eve had arrived, oh so fast!
Holiday trimmings shimmered on the waterfront’s east banks,
As a sweet family gathered in thanks!
The Minister led, so joyfully alive,
Grandpa narrated the Scriptures Christmas drive.
Barely hearing the grown-up’s soft-spoken word,
The children’s anticipation could be heard!
This seemed a special occasion, very warm,
Embraced by their Christmas’ celebration, in all its form.
The children happily played, so concrete,
Patiently waiting for that revealing sweet.
On this very night, not like the others,
Three precious Angels sang above covers!
First, Angel Star, with wisdom to spar,
Next, Angel Snow, with joy to show,
And oh, dear Angel Belle, with songs that swell!
They watched over the children in the high-posted bed,
These angelic beings, as the Spirit led.
Tucked snugly under Grandma’s Christmas quilt comfortably,
The children did not want to leave, especially unexpectedly!
Past midnight, stirred the oldest, Abigail,
She questioned Angel Snow, ever so frail,
‘Snow, will we have to go?’
Angel Snow, knew they would never part,
And tenderly comforted Abigail’s fearful heart,
‘We’ll find a way for you to stay,
I know! We’ll pray!’
