The Christmas Fairy’s Grand Ballet

 

“The Christmas Fairy’s Grand Ballet”

 

Oh, Christmas tree stood tall and wide,

Your ornaments gleam side by side;

Glass balls, stars, and velvet bows,

Candy canes in perfect rows.

Strings of beads and pearls hang near,

Tiny metal balls glint clear;

Lace drapes softly on frosted pine,

Gold and silver threads entwine.

 

Perched upon a branch so high,

A tiny fairy catches her eye;

Wings of gossamer, wand in hand,

She glimmers softly, bright, and grand.

"Little girl," she whispers near,

"Tonight, your Christmas gown appears;

With pearls and lace, with gold and thread,

A tree-shaped dress upon you spread."

 

The little girl stares, breath held tight,

Her heart aglow with pure delight;

A quiet sparkle draws her near,

And tingles whisper, soft and clear.

 

“Do not touch the tree, little girl!”

Her mother’s voice rings firm and clear;

“Just look, admire, but hands must stay,

The decorations are for display.”

The child nods, though eyes remain

Fixed on the fairy on the main;

A tiny heartbeat, soft and clear,

Hints at the magic soon to appear.

 

Her mother leaves, the room grows still,

The fairy flutters at her will;

"Awake, my friends, and dance with glee,

Bring life to the Christmas tree!"

With a wave of her silver wand,

Baubles, beads, and pearls respond;

Threads of lace and ribbons spin,

The Christmas show is set to begin.

 

The drummer boy is first awake,

He taps a rhythm, soft to make;

The little girl takes hands with him,

They spin and twirl in candle dim.

Around the room she leaps with glee,

The very first to dance, set free;

Each tap of drum, a heartbeat near,

Her gown begins to shimmer clear.

 

Snowman then hops to join the dance,

He twirls the girl in playful prance;

His carrot nose and buttons bright,

Reflect the tree’s soft twinkling light.

He dips, he spins, a cheerful cheer,

Then back to branch, the path made clear;

The little girl laughs, her dress expands,

Each step infused with magic hands.

 

Gingerbread man leads her in leaps,

Sweet spice and sugar through her twirls creeps;

He hops and twirls, a joyful swirl,

Around her skirts, a candy whirl.

The little girl spins, lifted high,

Velvet bows float, ribbons fly;

Then back he bounds, a bowing friend,

The fairy nods, “Your gown ascends.”

 

Velvet reindeer prance, red-nosed,

Lightly whirling her across, enclosed;

Antlers curve, brushing gently near,

Adding sparkle to her flowing gear.

They dance around, then take their leave,

Back to the tree, a bow to weave;

Her dress grows fuller, tree-like, tall,

A princess clothed in Christmas thrall.

 

Nutcracker drummer joins the beat,

Guiding her dancing, light and fleet;

She twirls and spins, then leaps in place,

A shining smile upon her face.

Then ballerina joins in turn,

Ribbons wrap her, silk to burn;

They spin and dip, then back to tree,

The gown expands, a jubilee.

 

Angels float and tiny stars,

Icicles, snowflakes, danced from afar;

Chocolate foil and paper stars,

Twirl around her like magic jars.

Each element a shimmering thread,

Pearls and beads, gold threads are spread;

The little girl spins, light as air,

The room a world beyond compare.

 

Candy canes, teddy bears, and sweets,

Join the dance with jingling beats;

Every decoration takes its turn,

Whirling her lightly as they churn.

The lounge becomes a glittering floor,

Tiny bells and laughter soar;

The drummer boy keeps steady time,

The room a live, enchanted rhyme.

 

A sudden creak! A door draws near,

The mother’s footsteps now appear;

The music halts, the dancers freeze,

Then, with a flutter, all with ease:

Back to branches, every one,

The magic paused, the dance is done.

Snowman, reindeer, bauble, and bow,

Return to tree, all in a row.

 

The lounge grows still, the tree stands tall,

Not a whisper, not a move at all;

But in the branch where fairy sat,

A twinkle lingers—this and that.

She winks at the girl, a secret gleam,

A sparkle left from the dancing dream;

The princess smiles, her heart alight,

Christmas magic safe tonight.

 

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (November 2025)