For Jackie Downstairs in the grate the embers glow, still.

It is late, past twelve, when alchemy blends Years and love and joy, a thousand memories, And my heart holds so tight, for all things end, But not yet, and so I close my eyes, watertight, Feel their lids flicker and dance Like moths against the window glass And hear a board beyond the door, creak. At last. They have come. They are here! Lying still as winter, barely breathing Whilst a stocking grows plump For one night in the year And paper rustles, scratches hessian, but then They are gone, like shadows never really there. I dare not peek. The room is heavier now. As the clock marks these sacred rites And through lashes blurs of untiring lights Make my eyes those of a child again. Dawn is but a whisper when I wake And look out across the restful world Which looks the same but is not. Today. And down the stairs, across the way Wreathed by the same enchantment, You clutch your rustling treasures, Come quickly creeping to my room. Wide-eyed, the ritual joined now We observe our laws whilst others sleep. We long to slow down time itself For all the world we burn to keep This fragile flame alight. Then down. Others are stirring now And we gild the old house’s heart With the roaring fire’s glow, Observe our ancient, sacred rites Each and every part just so. Just so. One winter dawn, when alchemy blends Years and love and joy, a thousand memories, And my heart holds so tight, for all things end, But not yet.

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