Lighting in the room is muted;
Fuzzy multicolored echoes
surround the fir in the corner.
Ornaments and tinsel garlands
reflect their neighboring starpoints;
rainbow chorus of Peace on Earth.
A single electric candle
illumines each hand-frosted window,
and wreaths adorn the upper panes.
Beneath the tree’s spread of branches
a tiny village is nestled;
the N-gauge train runs on schedule.
Above all, an angel keeps watch,
communicant and guardian.
Christmas is comfortable here.
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I have just learned today (12/12/19 at 3:00 PM EST) that this poem and A Glow at Christmas (also posted here) are being printed in our local newspaper!