Christmas Morn

Christmas morn no snow.  
Just a foggy sight.  
That's feels just right.  
Wisps of smoke billow in the still air.  
Rising from a chimney pot.  
Dazzlingly a dance of pure delight.  
Morphing.    
Decorating fluid like.  
Of shape Designs and Ideas.  
If only in my head.  
This vision is short lived.  
As it only occurs as the fire .  
In the hearth is lit.  
Dying down as the fire gets going.  
As I could see on the house next door.  
Turned into a heat hazed wisp'er.  
Lit sometime earlier this Xmas morn.  
I looked again a short time later.  
The vision of awe and wonder.  
I'd witness was puff.  
Was now gone.  
Another plume of smoke appeared.  
Another fire being lit.  
I watched the dance in smoke that place.  
Over & over again, several times.  
Nice & lovely to see.  
Yet none of them.  
Had the magic of the first.  
On a Foggy still Christmas morn.