Christmas Angels

 

From Beneath Our Feet, The Muffled Sound Of Bells!  Could It Be St. Nick? No, It  Is  Only The Wheel House, Ringing The Engine Room  It’s Frantic Need For More Speed! More Speed To Go … Where?  Or Away From …What?

Being Young And Foolish, We Do Not Know. On Dawn’s First Light, A Voice Booms Down The Passage Ways!

“Awaken, My Sons!  Santa Came During The Long Night”– But, Father, You Know We Have Not Slept For It Is Forbidden By Your Own Law And  Tempered  By Our Expectations Of  Good Things To Come…. But May We Lie Down This Day, If Only For An Hour, That We May Dream Of Toy Soldiers And  Dancing Girls Of The Night? “No, My Sons, For If  The Yule Eagle Should Fly Tonight And Find His Sons Aslumber, His Wrath Would Be Great.  He Would Find Shame Among You, As I Would.

Steaming, Steaming, Upon A Sea Of Red. Might It Be Red From The Blood Of Those Who Have Sailed These Waters Before Us? Being Young And Foolish, We Do Not Know.

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