Christmas Eve

Outside, the cold air
Doesn't seem to move.
Inside, in small spaces,
We sit with long nights.
But a tea light,
Advent candle,
Fairy bulb, or
Reflective bauble,
Paints the dark itself
Into a coloured glow,
Just as a star was tasked with
Making stable straw
Silver, long ago.
See how even the little light
Of a doll's house lantern,
Transforms the play room,
So too we can
Replicate the stars
Against dark walls,
And watch
While we wait.


C. LJ 2020