Like bright lights shining, twinkling, in the early <br />Morning sky the stars lit up, <br />Brightening, a Christmas morning. <br />They were all there, thrown up, <br />Like clutched from a bucket of hope <br />And thrown to stay in ready sky. <br />As if Christmas morning in Rathfarnham. <br />Going to early mass, my mother pointing out <br />The silhouettes of God, as we broke ice puddles <br />With new heels. <br /> <br />Lucent and bright, the chapel lit. <br />The choir, the candles, and golden bowls <br />And vestments. All things shining, <br />All things yellow gold and twinkling, like the stars, <br />In the same hope filled sky. <br /> <br />The mystery and wonder, and then Santa Claus. <br />Stars shine in the trees like fairy lights <br />And I, wondering at the <br />Mystery.<br /><br />Bernard Kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-star/
