Full Moon At Christmas (Poetry)

Owl hoots from on high
wind rustles tall firs
silent town at rest
small white flakes drift by
earth sleeps freshly-dressed

A full moon ghost-pale
hangs above rooftops
a dreaming child stirs
muffled the clip-clops
of hooves in the night

Faithful to the tale
told by candlelight
hope in every heart
time itself takes flight
footsteps crunch on snow

Wooden floorboards creak
spirits move at will
someone’s in the hall
a chill draft creeps through
baby slumbers still

The old clock ticks slow
as the minutes sneak
with the house in thrall
before dreams depart
belief brings them true