TWELVE ELVES


  Christmas, nineteen sixty six,  I was close to five years old,



  I remember this because I recall many things from my past.



  I sat on our couch watching the snow come down, I was young,



  Christmas magic lives for a child in an Amesbury town.



  I think of them, twelve elves on the tree, Green and red clothing,



  I believed that they all came to life after we went to bed on 
  Christmas eve.


  Their faces were so shiny, they hung there in silence until the 
  Night was quiet,


  Whatever happened to you all, twelve elves of red and green, 
  Goodnight all.

             Keith Garrett