On a cold, December’s evening in the cottage at the end of the lane,
sits a young girl, in front of the empty fireplace,
ashes glistening on the edge of her nightdress.
The maiden shivers in the moonlight,
making her feel the most lonely a child could be on Christmas Eve.
Hands as cold as ice, teeth chattering as she sings a Christmas carol.
‘Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells’ she mutters.
Silence enters the room
and then she continues singing’Jingle, all the way.’
However, outside a shimmer of gold glitter sparkles,
and then a million fly down the lane and knock on Angela’s door.
She rises to answer them, and creeps up to the old wooden door.
It creaks open, only to her surprise
the child is swept up by the Christmas Magic.