Oh, it’s Christmas on the mountain
and the stars are burning bright
when the cool dark of December
spreads into the blackened night.
Oh, it’s Christmas on the mountain
and the snowflakes twirl and swirl
when the cool dark of December
turns each flake into a pearl.
When it’s Christmas on the mountain,
the wild creatures run to play
in the cool dark of December
on the eve of Christmas Day. © Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 
Perfect pictures and poem for Christmas. It went by too fast!
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Yes, it did.
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What a beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much, Helena Davies. Maybe I’ve created a new form. 🙂 It was fun to write last night. This is my first time to share it.
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I’m not a big fan of poetry, usually I don’t understand what the writer is saying, but yours was absolutely beautiful and inspiring.
Your love of nature was evident.
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