He placed it on the mantle and the soft glow from its tiny flame cast an eerie glow about the darkened room. Odd shapes in the shadow slowly danced and weaved upon the walls. It's small light is the mirror of starlight. Safety now has removed the candles from the tree and the colored lights have taken over in the remembrance. Santa turned the small Christmas tree lights on and picked up a gift from under the tree.
Goodwill forever is the message of the bow.
Now I wondered what else Santa had in his bag. Instead of reaching in his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and began to reach up on the Christmas tree. I thought he was hungry as he reached for a candy cane, purposely placed high on the tree. He unfastened it and reached out toward me with it. The crook on the staff helps bring back the strayed sheep to the fold.