In my childlike innocence I was magically transfixed,

by this spherical  glass object stunning in its Jack Frost design,

prismatic snowflakes that mystic magic carousel spellbound,

 Christmas reindeer coterie that  cast a wide charm bijou wink,

nirvana within luminous tantalising universal infant pneuma,

layer upon layer of compacted fallen snow as aftermath divine,

then  weighty rucksack on Santa’s back  of glitter tie band bundles, in  boot slush transit

knee-deep in annual 

 mirth,

December  pageant peering deep inside my mental cavern of  cartoon fun,

reassuring hug from  both parents is the essence of  goodwill season ethos lofty,

they beamed with festive warmth so  noble  on watching me,

touch and glide that silken urchin hand of mine so impish, 

as if this  prized hypnotic treasure captivating in its glow world sheen,

with its gilt-edged gallery of down the ages Noel 

features bountiful,

had  this  red cheek sprightly offspring gazer in a trance,

with a token souvenir star dazzle  as eternal memory dwell cosset,

and mesmeric   Yuletide batch  of swoon and sway serenades and tunes, 

that boom in chorus  o’er ice chill  swathe  from dome mould  gift,

enough to goad and prompt that beneficial Chrimbo I hungered,

from benign folk Elysian  who lavish so much radiant worship

without curb,

but especially at foot of tree swaddled present to whet the curious,

till Doomsday nipper awestruck by dream fetish awash with lambency,

cute whirl and swirl

toy gadget a nebula for me the tiny tot, 

whose imagination swept to the furthest North Pole sighting and beyond