The Inkwell

The last night of christmas

and there’s no one outside around

for the snow is moving in the sky above

and wanting to fall to the ground

christmas tree is off to bed

whilst frost hits the big tree in the garden instead

covering everything in a blanket of white

reflecting the nightstars shiny and bright

but celebrations are still on the go

beyond the ice, frost and the snow

with arrival of wise men at crib around

under the star that led it to be found