- a Most Irish Fairy Tale -
- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All
It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December;
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect
With luscious long, coal black curly hair far down on her back, and
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with such bright
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of angelic content with
A glossy coat so radiant and sprinkled with pearls and diamonds.
Out of the woods she walks so quietly in the night’s fresh snow
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully,
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with an angelic guard;
The secret is that beautiful Carolina speaks the animals’ languages
And this is an enchanted reality known only to the forest animals;
The birds play in all their splendor so fine without sorrow and they
Fly while Carolina—the “Fairy Maiden of this Enchanted Forest,”
Keeps watch carefully on the evening horizon while the snow falls
Now apace in the hope and wish for such a marvelous and majestic
Christmas—while in the distance the ground is now frozen frosted
Hard and like shining and sprinkling silver in the mist until the very
“Rays of Enraptured Sunlight” break in the morning mist—this most
Wondrous image is at once so divine and fabulous to behold and
Cherish as the annual “Spirit of Christmas” now comes alive again.
The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud—
And then all of the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his “Red Nose” so beautiful, and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children—just like sweet-sounding little voices wonderful so in
Dreams singing such celestial tunes while a bright light appears
So magically on the horizon while planes from all over the world
Begin landing with such precious cargo like loads of neatly written
Letters from good little children—and with this joyous occurrence
Santa Claus begins calling his elfin troops into quick action while
The “Leprechauns” do the heavy work as they are much tougher
But all the while the “Old Fighting Irish” in them reflects a softer
Side while the Leprechauns drink a drop or two or three of some
Fine old fiery Irish dew to keep them both warm and smiling like
The very wee Little Devil in them—so mischievous and all—but
So content and happy to be part of such a delightful moment of both memories and joy for “The Little Children of the World.”
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work
Merry Christmas to All!!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)
Copyright © Anne-Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2014
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