Hi all!

I know, I'm late as always, but hey, that's me. :) There're so many AWESOME looking Christmas stories up here that I just could not help but add soomething myself! I've been running around a bit for the holidays of course, so haven't had much time to read everything, but I am determined to catch up and soon! :P But anyway, it's not much, just a little poem I scribbled today, but I hope y'all enjoy it. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

God Bless!

~Violet

"Narrow Streets"

The narrow streets are all but silent,
Not a footfall passes this way.
All be hushed and kindly quiet,
All lies prepared for break of day.

Dawn cometh and with it what will,
For they that now be still sleeping.
They that pray for good without ill,
O'er watch are but two still keeping.

While gentle smiles light the mild faces,
Of those whose young eyes peace behold,
Weary eyes and feet keep constant paces,
With moments by the mantles' clock told.

On this the very stillest night,
Succeedinging that the sweetest of all days,
Roam they whose watch is all woe and spite,
To guard against ever and always.

He stands just here as he sits only there,
Holding out each but for blessed first light.
While all is well and at long wait without care,
Each listen for desperate tread upon the seventeen stepped flight.

Though all skies be clear and starry with fain,
And to all eyes ring serenity divine,
These are they that fear all works be done in vain,
But for the mortal call of an early time.

As all slender paths be sprinkled with crystal,
All frosty windows spattered with icy dew,
They wage war with steel mind and sturdy pistol,
Against all malice that e'er dare brew.

The midnight air is gentle, cool and kind.
It gives naught but dreams to they that sleep.
Save for the two whose steps move to find,
Any who dare to disturb such young slumber deep.

Though no eyes may witness or ponder,
This their ever thankless task,
When at journeys' end paths homeward wander,
Burdened lips give rise to smile at last.

And on light following this hour the Christ was born,
While all the world wakes to next days good wishes,
As all greet a new and bright morn,
The two of mind and heart only now breath, 'Merry Christmas'.

For the night has been finished,
The day is now at last won.
Thus they lock battered doors and pale lights diminish,
And to each other say, 'Good night, and well done.'