It is dark and very cold,

I snuggle deep into my blanket fold.

There is no noise, nor light to see

My beloved teddy next to me.

A silver light shows through a curtain chink,

Reminding me that the stars still wink.

The Moon still lights the way

That leads us into the brilliance of the day.

Quietly slipping out of bed,

I find my slippers and dressing gown red.

Heading blindly to the door,

Luckily  not tripping on a dropped  toy upon the  floor

Creeping, creeping, fingers crossed, that no one wakes.

Listening at each step I take

Slipping though the door, along the landing

Where the floor boards creak .

To reach the window big and round,

With cushioned seat. Don’t make a sound!

Deep breath now my goal is near,

Don’t rush don’t slip don’t make a sound,

My biggest fear is I’ll be found.

So near so far please don’t let anyone wake.

For back to bed they will me take.

I need to reach that cushioned seat,

Then in silence the view I can greet.

I pray for in my childhood mind …..

Those gentle wishes left behind.

Finally alone in the silver light of the window,

Curtains drawn back as if a stage.

Yes my wishes have come true

The snow has visited and lies out there clean and new.

It adds a hush to the night

The moon above it looks so bright.

The street looks clean and new, the gardens

All roll into one with white topped trees alive with magic blossom

Time passes as I watch the scene

The cat next door is really vexed

She thinks  she has  been hexed.

She cannot walk on this deep white stuff.

Jumping and twitching her fur all a fluff

She shoots through her cat flap.

She has had enough.

Then I hear a tinkling sound,

Does  it come from sky or ground.

A silver light begins to play

Where our front garden used to lay.

Am I asleep or am I awake?

I’m not sure I can’t say

But what I see next is  with  me still to  this day.

A brightly coloured sledge

With sacks of presents glides over  the hedge.

The  driver all dressed in red with white trim.

I shake my head and press my nose against the window

It  is so cold it makes me shiver.

A tiny sigh I deliver.

It must be, can it be, yes it must be him.

He raises a hand in greeting,

His fingers on his lips to silence me.

I wave back my face a grin

As I look a shower of stardust and coloured lights

Remove the beautiful apparition from my sight.

Gently, gently falls the silent snow,

No tracks, no stardust left to show

What I had seen on this night.

I knew at once that if I told,

No one would listen,

And if I repeated I would be chided as bold.

Then as I watched I saw on the white lawn,

A lovely smiley face had been drawnI awoke in my mothers arms,

I started to tell her but she whispered “be calm.”

Gently she tucked me up in bed,

She slid teddy onto the pillow next to my head.

Then bending she whispered in my ear.

“Sweet dreams my love and wake anew.

For tonight a special child was born for you”.