I gave my love reverently A box of Christmas lingerie, Tied around with a red bow - Something to which she'll not say No. A matching lacy bra and thong, With teddy down to the thighs long, Suspender belt around the waist, To surely fit her saucy taste, Stockings in which she could can-can As way to entertain a man. A shade of hot red, not cold blue, That says "It's how I desire you!"
winter shivered frosty colors her inner calm magnified by her glory chill composure decorated in decadence she would not be shaken today by the sun with a loving hand, the Earth was blanketed in her reverie but I couldn't see the beauty today--
the fog rolled in touching my thoughts nothing was clear as I look out at the landscape in previous summer months, the days stood still and I could capture each flutter of the hummingbird's wing-- as it fed on honeysuckles I could see each pine needle-- of the wooded denizens...
If someone said on Christmas Eve, †"Come; see the oxen kneel, "In the lonely barton by yonder coomb † †Our childhood used to know," I should go with him in the gloom, † †Hoping it might be so.
I know, despite the comfort of the hallowed tale, there were no angels then who came aloft upon that ancient Christmas eve to regions rounding Bethlehem, and from on high proclaimed "fear not", to humbled men, and spoke of swaddled wonderment new born in David's royal...