Originally posted on Sarah writes poems:
The sound of heaven’s holiday tinkles.Cedar wafts on cloud cushions.Snow plays at twelves.Apple-cheeked fiddlers saw whilecurly-haired dolls wearing holiday finerydance with elves and bunnies.Reindeer prance and fuss, harnessed toburnished wood sleighs. Chased by angels,they leap along crystal-bordered ponds —geometric shapes and figure eights to eternity. The great hearth in…