A Christma Fairy Wish

 

** Christmas Fairy Wish - A Poem ** 

-Author unknown 

There was once a little fairy 

That danced to and fro, 

She loved the cold winter nights 

and making toe prints on the snow. 

She loved the dark night sky 

And seeing her breath turn to mist, 

The moon shining down on her golden hair 

But there was something that she missed. 

She wanted so much to be a star 

A golden glowing light, 

To sit up high on an evergreen tree 

For someone's Christmas night. 

She flitted though the sky 

Going from window and door, 

Watching all the people inside 

Decorating from ceiling to floor. 

Then she came upon one house 

And it made her stay awhile, 

And what she saw inside that house 

Eventually made her smile. 

There was no holly and tinsel, 

There were no gifts to behold, 

But there was a tiny little tree 

They just brought in from the cold. 

They decorated it with popcorn 

and a colorful paper chain, 

and handmade silver angels 

and snow from the window pane. 

But after their tree was finished 

and the children were fast asleep, 

The one thing fairy noticed 

And it made her gently weep. 

There was no golden star on top 

There wasn't one for this tree, 

And it made the fairy very sad 

And she lost all of her glee. 

And just then Santa bent over 

And saw the little fairy's tear, 

He looked into the window 

And knew what would bring her cheer. 

He picked her up and granted her wish 

And set her on top of that tree, 

And in an instant she was glowing 

It was the perfect place to be. 

The tots came down to peek 

in the wee hours of the night, 

And there upon that tree of green 

Was a star shining ever so bright. 

From his sleigh up in the sky 

Santa watched this joyful sight, 

Sleep well little tots, and fairy, too, 

On this wonderful Christmas night

A Fairy Wish

Up into the mountains they climb,

down into the valleys below.

Through forest do they forage.

they come looking for the little folk,

Down by the river they do stop to rest. 

I, sitting upon the grass,

by the river bank in the shade,

of the great maple tree,

Hidden in the tall grass, 

I peer across the river, 

at the men lying about there. 

I lie back in the shade.

I daydreamed about the little folk.

What would it be like?,

I mused to myself as I smiled.

Then of a sudden,

darkness set in within me.

What will those men who seek them,

What will they do to the wee folk? 

Oh! how I wished I was a fairy,

To go forth and warn my people

Of the danger that approaches.

Down the river a-ways,

it widens out into the sea.

They live in mushroom-shaped homes,

An outsider would not glance twice.

Some live among the reeds,

and the frogs a-peeping,

Guardians of the night.

Some make their homes,

among the trees in the forest.

I so desire to be there,

I cross my fingers,

and close my eyes tight,

and make a wish, I do.

I feel the wind against my cheeks,

and my hair fluttering at my back.

I open my eyes slowly;

vision focuses. 

I see the tops of trees below me,

I look to my right; 

there are the purple mountains of the east.

I look to my left; I see the turquoise sea.

Below me is where I need to go.

I twist my body through the air,

and dive down to the trees below.

There the other fairies come up to greet me,

Like I had been here before.  

There is much dancing and singing,

Happiness and love. 

For that day I had kept those men

who seek the little people from finding them.

Even though I found it to be but a dream,

I know that I am a fairy,

In the magical land that lies within.

Cynthia ©