Then What to Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear

This magickal Yuletide rendition of one of the most famous Christmas poems has become a favorite of mine. When it was originally shared with me in 2018 by a sweet friend, I did post it here on my blog. Today, I share it again with all of my friends, new and old, to ignite an extra bit of enchantment to stir in your heart as we edge to the end of 2020. The poem speaks to the spirit of the season and reminds us of its true nature and reason. It’s thought to be written by C.C. Williford.

Since Christmas Eve holds a most wondrous place in my heart and happens to be Joy’s birthday – my rabbit companion now a star in the bright sky – I felt to share it today, accompanied by a visual delight of our seasonal lights and simple, nature-inspired decorations here in our cozy mountain home on the forest. I’m also adding photos of the office and creative space I share with Astrid – however these lights are what enchant our room year-round. Hehe! Astrid and I love having wonder as our daily partner.

Wonder is a dear friend who has been with me through thick and thin. I never ever take for granted an encounter or experience no matter how often it happens. Every time the snow falls is the first time. Every time a squirrel runs by is a tender moment. Every time I see a tree, plant, landscape, way the light hits is always a sacred encounter. Every time I come across another being is a remembrance igniting a new depth of love. May wonder wander through life with you, enchanting each moment with possibility.


Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

About Tania Marie's Blog

Creating life as a work of art with a magick rabbit by my side. I remember my song. Do you? Artist, Author and Reiki Master Teacher with over 30 years' experience in creative healing arts and metaphysical studies. Tania inspires people globally to return to natural harmony, draw forth imagination to manifest dreams, embody creative empowerment, and live more magickally and abundantly from their most natural frequency – in essence, Tania helps you to remember your song.

Posted on December 24, 2020, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. I’ll be sharing this “wonder” filled post Sweet T. You’re description of seeing everything with the wonder of a child, seeing it again for the first time speaks so greatly to my heart , and I know others as well. Your photos are filled with magick, as are your words and the essence behind them. Thank you for resharing this beautiful poem. lastly but not least Happy Birthday twinkling Joy 🌟🌟🌟 love you all. And to all a goodnight

    • aw yay!!! i know you share the same kind of way of looking at the world, which is one of the many reasons we connect so deeply. i’m glad you enjoyed the visuals and the poem…it’s such a sweet and magickal one! we so appreciate your dear wishes for sweet Joy. she is such an angel. love to you and miracle from all of us on earth and in the stars. have a wonder-filled christmas eve!

  2. Reblogged this on Blue Dragon Journal and commented:
    Happy Yuletide, Mountain Faery & Magical Rabbit!

  3. May magic be sprinkled on everyone in our new year~ peace and joy….love it~

  4. You are a delight Tania! 🌟 Thank you for sharing this delightful poem and your decorations. Clearly, you wander with wonder. Merry Merry Yuletide! 🧑‍🎄 🦌 ☃️

  5. What an enchanting reminder and much needed uplift! Thank you Sweet SeaStar! Merry Christmas – Happy Everything ❤

  6. Mari Braveheart-Dances

    Thank you Dearest TTM, for this fun and magickal Share. Every photo taken, and knowing how happy you are at this time and filled with joy and happiness – and the amazing poem – have been a great way to celebrate this day and time of year. Thank you, Faerie Queen! Love always, MM


    • aw you’re so welcome MM!!! i knew you would love this too! it makes my heart smile knowing we are sharing the magick and wonder between the portals of our wonderland homes! love and warmest wishes, with kisses from astrid and me!! xoox!

  7. Desiree Bergeron

    I throughly loved this through and through!!
    Much love to you and sending you the brightest most Magickal love filled wishes brimming with light and joy!! ❄️❄️❄️♥️🎄💚💚♥️🌟✨💫💫☃️
    I love you! xx

    • Thank you sweet Des!!! I hope your Christmas Eve family celebrations have been warming to your dear heart. I know for sure you made incredible yummies! Sending tons of love your way! In wearing my beautiful talisman and it feels magickal. Thank you!

      • Desiree Bergeron

        Awwwww….. this makes me soooo happy!! (Yes it does indeed feel like pure Magick!! )

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