A promise made
whilie icicles glistened
like diamonds
across the window shelves
in frozen symmetry.

A star that shone
in the night sky
fateful in it's prophesy
that candlelight could not subdue
nor dim it's fateful hue.

And winter rings
her wonder bell
that stays the course
through nights of 
hopeful stockings swinging over the grate.

And it was foretold
before we ever learned each other
that you and I 
would spend another 
moonlit yuletide eve wrapped in love.

©Geddes Fielder 
Dec. 23, 1999