Like the queen in Snow White checking her mirror,
The moon refreshed by her monthly beauty sleep
Comes to town to check Christmas decorations
As every year she's the ultimate judge,
For December is the dangerous month for
Which town will challenge her own brilliance
She hovers low in the dusk sky
Surrounded by the creatures of the night
Taking their evening flight ,
Noting every detail
Nothing escapes her
This year the town has put on a good show
She has to admit
But nothing approaches her serene luminescence
And she rises in the night sky undisturbed
To continue on her imperious way.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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