Somehow your girl erased her Christmas poem for the day, but she'll post it again and cross her fingers....
AH--HEM!
Christmas Fire
The firewood salvaged from our fallen trees
We've dried and heaped upon the fireplace grate
To counteract the deep midwinter freeze
Which lowering temperatures now prognosticate--
Steel strikes flint, the tinder pile is lit,
A quick flame flashes, then is gently fed
Until the fire is burning bright and brisk,
Its fingers reaching high, its embers red--
Crackling and raging and roaring with each bite,
The hungry fire consumes the waiting wood,
But after we have gone to bed at night,
The flames burn out--untended, unrenewed--
Yet warmth awakes us upon the morn--
A Merry Christmas to all! The Christ is born!
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