I walked a moonlit Christmas Trail

I walked a moonlit Christmas trail by majestic stands of sleeping trees no stirring sound through hill and dale no echoed words nor whispering breeze Til the ridge of crested elms parted and the smallest hamlet came to few as the candlelit mass had just started within stained glassed amber hue

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I dusted snow from an old split rail in a hollow some furlongs hence a welcome break from my wary trail sitting upon that meandering fence In the stillness of the frosty dales waltzed the enchanting organs rills as the choir sang ascending scales climbing to heaven from rolling hills A shooting star streaked the sky burning long and blazing bright to Bethlehem in my minds eye Oh Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht Reflecting upon whence I came meandering far beyond my mortal view no path or trail that bore my name no compass or map had led me through Turning to ponder untraveled trails the untrodden ways of pristine white unmarred by our earthly travails so many forks to decide the night Where will I find my guiding light for Stella Polaris to guide me along the musings of a Christmas Eve’s night to your distant hearth where I belong.

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