• Wings

    In the snow,
    In the air,
    I feel Christmas everywhere.
    Flying low,
    Or flying high,
    I see smiling faces
    Sigh.
    My wings are white,
    My face is cold.
    But I feel happiness,
    Whatever goes.
    My heart is empty,
    But also full.
    The smiling children on Winters eve,
    I remember staying up,
    While trying to sleep away.
    With presents under the tree,
    That were not just for me.
    Now on top
    I sit and watch,
    To guide and protect
    Those I love,
    For I am the Christmas angel.