Icicles line the town
The gelid air wrapping at the window
Darkness twinkles with the moon
Stairs creak with every footstep

The sitting room twinkles, a halcyon feeling settles
Will I see Santa tonight?
His cookies sat patiently, the opposite of algid, having just been made
The milk, cold and awaiting, the jolly man's arrival.

I perch myself down behind a stiff stair
hoping to see the crimson, chipper fellow
Who appears and disappears too quickly

Situated, lingering for hours waiting,
I soon drifted off to the luminous lights hung all around
I suppose he is eternally a mystery.

Light bells abruptly fill the open air,
I slowly stir, apparent of the noise,
T'was only a second, a dream seemingly so realistic

A red outlined figure came in and slowly hurried back out.
Rubbing my eyes, quickly, I dash forward
but to my dismay, nothing was there but glistening presents
and a bare plate and glass.

Christmas wonder, filled my conscious
whether a dream or not, this Christmas is mine
Quintessence, my secret.