The wooden floors echoed "Merry Christmas!"
As the happy dancers twirled there skirts,
And a man sat singing as a witness,
To the jolly that relaxed his features to smirk.
The child without teeth gurgled "I love yous,"
As the mother pivoted her toes to the beat.
The father saw her pure as morning honeydew.
A family of love that was so sweet.
The boy interrupted synchronized amusement.
He pushed through the dance rebelliously,
To find a glimmering instrument reflecting confluence.
The discrete bell sang to him merrily.
The dances of Christmas unfold to mans will
They continue to keep an anxious heart still.
