On Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve,

so quiet and silent,

as silvery snowflakes fall –

I hear the church bells ring.

On this holiest night,

we don’t celebrate tinsel and paper,

we don’t need trinkets and bows,

baubles and beads.

On this holiest night,

we celebrate the birth of Christ,

that miraculous midnight –

when our Savior came into this world of ours.

It does not matter,

if time has changed the dates,

for in our hearts,

we feel the glow of spiritual love.

It is a time,

to share with family and friends,

to share the smiles and the joy –

by a bright and shiny Christmas tree.

It always brings great joy to me,

to see sparkling stars,

in a frozen sky

and somewhere from afar, Christmas bells ringing.

On Christmas Eve,

I love to hear the silence all about,

to see the light of the moon –

reflecting rainbow lights from the snow below.

Like tiny diamonds glittering,

on a blanket of white,

the moon lights my way

and the brightest star shines from above.

When I hear church bells ring,

on this special night,

I love to hear the sound of Christmas carols –

from near and far.

To think that angels are blowing horns

and the heavens are filled with joy,

that everyone is celebrating –

that Jesus was born.


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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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