‘Tis said
Villains break bread
With villains
Children get on
With children
Souls of
Good people
Their voices
Singing in splendor
With church bells
Tolling and ringing
Lost in surrender
To the lofts
And the steeples
As Grandmothers
Themselves
Smile at the
Bakery help
Filling a box of
Sorted holiday buns
From frosted
Glass shelves
Sharing their love
With their loved ones
In Campton town
Happy Christmas is found
Decor is
Fireside fashion
Family times trace
The lines In his face
Presents a true
Glimpse of compassion
Embraced is the
Sleepily stare of his hound