Birth of our Savior: Angels in the Snow

The silent night of Christmas;
Lights powdered with sparkling stardust
Partly hidden by piercing icicles
Glimmering ever so softly

In the stark, cold reality
Of winter's darkest night.
Brilliant northern lights
Dancing for joy in the sky,
Hovering tenuously over
A peaceful nativity scene
Displayed for all to see,
Its total and utter silence
Directed by absent angels.
Their gentle wings displaying
Imagery still imprinted
In the soft, white snow
By a small child's boot prints, 
Manifesting as angels having been
Ushered to and fro.
The Christ child adored,
The trust of innocence enduring;
The joy of a miraculous birth
Re-awakening the mystical,
Eternal hope of humankind,
The manifestation of divine love
Spectacular to behold
In its profound revelation.

Angels in the snow made my children reveal an angelic presence.