curling wings of wind sugar shaken firs and icicles hung like stockings for the pointed toes of elves
swoop down an arctic slope bells shaking on our sleighs then climb back to the house searching the roof and sky
argue which way is north hear the shouts of "supper" look first below the eaves for deer tracks in the snow
pause at the waiting door wish on the evening star From Christmas Wears Many Faces edited by Laura Baldwin, 1980
wings of wind