Christmas Night
When it's Christmas night,
And the fire's alight,
And I'm lying awake in bed,
I feel quite sure there are fairies
Like the ones in tales I've read.
It's specially on Christmas night,
When nothing feels the same,
That I keep thinking to myself,
"Suppose a fairy came!"
I think there must be fairies
Who hang the stars all out,
And fairies who make the bells ring,
And carry the snow about.
And some of them paint the shadows
That dance up and down the wall -
So nobody need be frikened
Of shadows like that at all!
And one little special fairy
Looks after the ugly things,
And things that are old and broken,
And covers them with her wings.
That's why I've put my dolly -
The one that has lost an eye -
On the mantelshelf, so her fairy
Will see her as she goes by....
When it's Christmas night,
And the fire's alight,
And I'm lying in bed awake,
I keep quite still, and I listen
For the sounds the fairies make.
I've never seen nor heard them yet,
But I believe I might,
If only I could keep awake
All through one Christmas night.
From Marion St John Webb's book The Little One In Between
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