Another wee poem for Christmas :)
The Brightest Star
Bouncing along to the first song
Her wisps of blonde curly hair
Almost dislodge the halo
So lovingly pinned on there.
Her tin foil star, held high on a pole,
Leads the bundle of billowing sheets
That sometimes billow enough to reveal
Black gutties on angels' feet.
The chorus of ‘Hallelujah’
Doesn't quite go as planned.
Timing.....is lost.....
And gives way to waving hands.
A plastic doll stares blankly,
From its bed of straw and feather,
While shepherds (clad in Dads’ shirts and Mums’ towels)
Kneel down and bow together.
And then, three satin dressing gowns
Swish and swoosh into the hall,
The three wise little wearers
Dump gifts on top of the doll.
Suddenly, a crescendo!
A hall full of voices sing,
All coming together beautifully
For 'Glory to Our New Born King'
Her sheet's now off her shoulders,
And her halo's falling apart,
But her smile and enthusiasm
Are just as they were at the start.
And then, with proud and happy tears,
I watch from the back of the hall,
As my wee girl bounces back to her class,
The brightest star of all.
