Windchimes on Christmas

I lie in bed, half asleep,

The covers pulled up to my chin.

Wondering if I'll ever hear

That sound of bells tonight.

And hear the prance of reindeer's feet

The jingle of their harness.

I'm half asleep but listening well

I hear a sweet sound outside

Windchimes on the wind

And the pitterpat of rain.

Not just the bells I'd hoped for

But yet the very same.

Christmas Eve is magical.

We only need to listen.