From below candles were lit; Four to be exact.
Glowing bright in unison: quite hot together as a pack.
Long wicks dance to their candle hearts delight.
Never missing a flicker of a beat, throughout a cold winter's night.
From above hung three Angel's gliding through the air .
With a fourth set firmly on top there were none to spare.
Warm wings flutter in a circle of light .
Messengers of a golden yellow hue, brighten such a sight.
A glorious star can be seen, heaven's great mark.
A hope for Christmas peace that the Angel's will sincerely hark.
Ting, ting, ting go the chimes, harmony to the ear.
One by one each Angel rings, seemingly to disappear.
When Angel's chime by candlelight, all will be told.
The story of christmas to those young, and to those not so old.
