Christmas
I see a twinkle in your eye.
So this shall be my Christmas star
And I will travel to your heart:
The manger where the real things are.
And I will find a mother there
Who holds you gently to her breast;
A father to protect your peace;
And by these things you shall be blessed.
And you will always be reborn;
And I will always see the star
And make the journey to your heart:
The manger where the real things are.
Michael Leunig
I found this Michel Leunig poem on The Duck Herder's blog last Christmas and have read it many times since. It's the perfect poem for the perfect day. Merry Christmas, Duckie.
