Twelve Days after Christmas

The Christmas tree sleeps
in its cardboard casket
as starlight lingers
on wintered earth.

Secretly, quietly,
the music plays on
(angels dare not
refuse to sing).

Magic, and oh!
my Sweet Magician!
Wonder will
reappear at
any moment.

Michael James Fitzgerald

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