The Snowbow

One time, when I was only very wee,
I saw a great, galactic Xmas tree
slowly descend from the december sky,
“Wow-ee”, I thought, “that Xmas tree can fly!”.

Its roots were smoke and roar and rocket flame;
lights blinked and bleeped, wrapped round its fir tree mane
and, upon its peak, there sat a pilot;
a fairy in a ball gown of violet.

“Merry Xmas to you”, the fairy chimed,
“I and this tree have traversed space and time
to celebrate December 25th
and bring, to all, the most amazing gift”.

The fairy weaved a spell and waved a wand
and a little box appeared in her hand,
wrapped in golden foil and tied with ribbon,
yet I could peek inside and saw Heaven.

“Here is wisdom, love and peace and kindness,
she said, “light to cure humankind’s blindness;
the hearing, feeling, knowing and seeing
that we are all a part of one being”.

And, handing me the great gift, she told me,
“Go show your world all the things it could be”,
then, one more time, the fairy waved her wand
and tree and fairy vanished and were gone.

Then, suddenly, my world began to melt
and white december snows turned into quilt
as consciousness crept back into my head
and I awoke, wrapped up warm in my bed.

I searched for the box but could not find it,
“Only a dream”, I sighed, “never mind it”
but, when I gazed from my bedroom window,
I saw, in the winter sky, a snowbow.

I tell you, truly, it was a snowbow;
a rainbow made from flakes of falling snow,
arcing across a corner of the sky,
and I knew then the fairy had not lied
and felt her joyous box open inside.