Christmas Eve: The Christmas Spectacles: A Poem | The Yellow Spectacles

Christmas Eve: The Christmas Spectacles: A Poem

December 23, 2017


The Christmas Spectacles

One Christmas Eve
There was a girl who no longer believed

The light that once shined bright
Fizzled out in her plain sight.

Warm memories faded
Her creative spirit turned jaded.

Walking out to sit under the evening sky
She looked above to ponder the reason why.

Something moved to her right
Squinting, she couldn't make the figure out with all her eyes' might.

Finally, as he drew near,
His image became more clear.

"For it's Christmas Eve," said the man
"& It's an important time for those who give not wanting to receive."



He was clothed in burgundy silk
With a beard as white as milk.

"It's important to carry the creative light,
"For I know you used to write.
Christmas is a time for retrieving 
A bit of has been lost."

He handed the girl a tiny box
It was wrapped in golden cornstalks. 

Gently, untying the delicate string
She finally saw something.

In the box, rested a pair of glasses
Wonderful to the masses.

They were lovely & yellow
Suddenly she felt inspired & mellow.

Slipping the spectacles on
Her imagination lit up like the break of dawn.

He had given her back her lost light
The spectacular spectacles were her new creative sight.
***

A Christmas Poem 

Merry Christmas & thank you for reading The Yellow Spectacles all year long--I'll be back December 28th with my last 2017 blog post--something special for New Year's Eve! Happy Holidays!

Xoxxo--Katelyn

The Plaza Hotel/NYC 







2 comments

  1. This is so creative and fun!! You are such a great writer!!!!!
    - Meghan | prepsterinpearls.com

    ReplyDelete

Latest Instagrams

© The Yellow Spectacles. Design by FCD.