The fireplace is singing with the sound of flickering flames
a scene of faeries and forest spirits dancing in the background
as if enjoying the warmth of the evening
Why then, don’t you also hear the flute and the harp
and the footsteps of little hooves
The tales of the Druids are being told
narrated to the tiniest bits.
The little girl’s eyes sparkle
a pair of strong and caring hands then lift her up
“Come then, my child.
A hearty meal awaits us.”
Laughter fills the whole room
the little girl mischievously puts a sugary cream on the baby boy’s nose
to which he gives a giggle of joy
The parents smile to each other, holding hands tightly under the table
Look at these wee angels, their hearts speak
Such beautiful gifts they are.
And the night comes, the lights are turned off
The faeries do what they like best
blowing sweet dreams into the tots’ ears
Deep asleep they are, as the mother and father watch from the door.
The moon emerges from its hiding
As the couple slips into the blanket, each in others’ arms
the little family finally bids good night to the world.
