Imagine a small New England town
before modernity took its toll.
A place where no
garish blinking lights
Conceal the homes on the knoll.
Imagine a peace filling your heart
as church bells echo in bliss
while hand bells
ring and choirs sing
and mistletoe taunts for a kiss.
Imagine the children crying in glee
as doorbells announce each guest
holding jingle bell gifts
with great big bows
while the tots are teased in jest.
Imagine what a heavenly sound would be heard
if hand chimes played while the angels sang
to the newborn Boy,
Swaddled in the hay below.
Elizabeth Egerton Wilder