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)

The Christmas Trees in Morrinsville

 

The Christmas Trees in Morrinsville

In Morrinsville on Christmas Eve,
The child he was still dares believe,
He watches through the chilly air,
As daylight fades — the streets lie bare.

The Art Gallery gleams,
Each window hums of festive dreams,
He’s seen the trees brought one by one,
Their tinsel blazing with the sun.

He lies upon the bench outside,
No hearth, no home, no place to hide,
His stomach aches, the day’s been long,
As Ruru starts his mournful song.

The hunger hums, the shadows creep,
His eyelids fall — he drifts to sleep,
And in that drift, his heart takes flight,
To childhood dreams of Christmas night.

He smells the spruce, the frosted pine,
(Though summer scents the warm night fine),
The paper crackers pop! and bang!
While children’s laughter softly sang.

Show stoppers glint, the toppers glow,
Glass balls and stars in golden row,
Velvet butterflies take flight,
And bells and bows adorn the night.

Icicles shaped from crystal glass,
Catch streetlights as the dreaming’s pass,
Gingerbread men and candy canes,
And sweets that dance through windowpanes.

Chocolate wrapped in foil bright,
He tastes within his dream’s delight,
While angels hover, soft and low,
And reindeer prance in candle glow.

Five-pointed stars in silver gleam,
He drifts within his yuletide dream,
Snowmen grin in hats of red,
Though none have graced this summer yet.

Streamers wave, the lanterns glow,
Bambi dear in gentle show,
Nativity scenes, a fairy’s wand,
Recall the home to which he’s fond.

The town grows still, the lights grow dim,
A distant choir lifts its hymn,
He sleeps where golden shadows fade,
And peace wraps round the dreams he made.

Then morning breaks — Town Siren’s cry,
Cuts through the blue December sky,
The streets lie quiet, the air is still,
It’s Christmas Day in Morrinsville.

Some early walkers, passing near,
Stop by the bench and feel a tear,
“Come home with us, without delay,
No one should wake alone today.”

He follows slow, his spirit stirred,
By kindness found in one kind word,
They feed his heart, his hunger gone,
And sunlight crowns the dreaming on.

For though the years had worn him thin,
The Christmas dream still burned within,
And Morrinsville, beneath the sun,
Proved love and hope can still be one.

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