Beneath the branches
Evergreen and glist’ning light
Amidst the baubles
Bright crystal, etched in white
Heirloom ornaments
Hung with great care
While children slumber
Innocent and unaware
‘Tween the needles hidden
An Angel of Ice
Awaits the coming morn
The call of sweets, scent of spice
Soft gasps as they awake
Pitter-pat to greet the tree
Though colored gifts
Evoke squeals of glee
Eyes search first amongst the limbs
Midst bauble, ‘tween bough
To be first to find
Our hidden Angel of Snow
For a treasured privilege
The Angel bestows
To the one who finds her
Above boxes and bows
‘Tis the privilege of serving
Like the Elves of the North
To gleefully rouse
All the rest to come forth
At last! She is found
Let the festivities begin!
Our youngest holds the Angel
Looking round with a grin
One by one, she sorts the gifts
Gently laying them before her kin
Bestowing upon each
The treasure within
As first becomes last
Finally taking her seat
Beneath the Icicle Angel
The celebration unfolds
Generation to Generation
Year upon year
The virtues we’ve learned
As our Angel spreads cheer
Appreciation
Charity
Compassion
Generosity
Gratitude
Hope
Humility
Kindness
Patience
Self-Control
And the greatest gift of all
Love.
About the Creator
Mary K Brackett
Mary Brackett is a novelist, poet, & award-winning short story author. She has authored and co-authored articles for magazines with her husband and is currently writing a series of novels with her talented daughters.
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Comments (3)
Heirloom ornaments hung with great care. That's what it's all about isn't it. Well done!!!!
This is such a sweet slice of tradition wrapped in timeless charm! The Icicle Angel bringing lessons and joy—what a sparkling way to celebrate love and family. Feels like a little storybook magic!✨
Wow, what a fabulous tradition- this poem is unique with the ending like that. So Sweet and I loved it!!😍