On the third day of December,
The garlands were hung.
Lights are sparkling from walls,
And shadows from their depths are flung.
Checkered bows are hung,
From the jewels and green.
Beauteous lights are from
All corners seen.
To the KING be all the glory!
Nice shot!!!! :D
By the way, each time I start mentally reading your poems, Rebekah, I have the tune ’12 Days of Christmas’ in my head, and then I get thrown off because your words don’t fit the song, and then I realize “Oh, it’s a poem!” Lol
~Jamie