the night before Christmas and all thru the castle
a creature was stirring- not lord, lady or vassal.
stockings were hung by the hearthside with care
hopes that St. Camber soon would be there.
children were nestled all snug in their beds
visions of Christmas sweets danced in their heads.
I, in my nightshift and warm sleeping fur
just settled down, not till morning to stir.
out in the keep, there arose such a clatter,
sprang from my bed to see what was the matter!
in cloak, furred slippers on feet,
took my lord's sword, this intruder to meet.
to the window, where waiting in snow
four golden angels, aligned in a row.
mind all a-wonder, a noise at my back
me to turn, sword raised for attack.
figure stood by, robed and cowled in grey,
goes?" I cried- he had nothing to say.
drew back his cowl, letting golden aura appear
give me to know I had nothing to fear.
spoke not a word
a voice soft I heard:
is the feast of our Lord Savior's birth.
we must see what your future is worth.
give you a gift on this special day
spread peace and joy as you go on your way.
it must begin with each single one
war, hatred and fear will never be done."
reached out to touch a hand to my brow
looked again- no one there now.
ran to the window- the angels aloft
singing a song both lovely and soft.
heard them exclaim as they rose out of sight:
Christmas to all, and to all, a Good Night!"