Crystal Was The Night
The evening air was crisp and clear
we walked the streets, we had no fear.
We were so small and full of cheer
and Christmas soon was coming.
With laughter and with glee, we pranced
glancing at the holly.
Looking at the pretty lights
and feeling oh so jolly.
We knocked on every door we could
sang carols sweet as honey,
Merry Xmas, Silent Night
collecting lots of money!
Coins jangled in our pockets,
we skipped along the streets.
We didn't notice the cold air
we'd wings upon our feet.
The stars were out, they twinkled,
the moon looked kind of proud
to see us feeling happy,
no sign of any clouds.
Then the last house in the street,
we ran up to the door,
a man came out and shouted,
Get lost, I've called the law! '
Bloody beggars, he called to us.
We wondered why he'd made a fuss,
we thought we'd earned our money
bringing folks such happiness.
I looked into the sky,
I'd never seen the stars looking so bright
I was sure God would forgive us,
he couldn't possibly be cross
for our hearts were true
and crystal was the night.
poem by Ruth Walters
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