• Late one Christmas Eve it was already morning
    a shepherdess awoke without sound or warning

    The youngest was nearby without anxiety or resent
    so what was it that had her so uncontent...?

    Blessings she should have counted instead of sheep
    but still obsessing of one she was loosing sleep

    So anxiety enveloped her in a boa-embrace
    it fluttered it's wings and kissed tears from her face

    Until puttings these feelings away or at least out of head
    It was unlikely she would ever be happy instead

    So she tucked memories in a box and put them away
    not calling it a night but instead a very merry good day!