A Yuletide Charm
(poem by anonymous)
The Great Hall ceiling, vast and cold,
Now gleams with flakes of silver-gold;
A hundred evergreen trees stand tall,
Encased in frost, and lining the walls.
They twinkle, hung with icicles of glass,
And fairy-lights wink like fireflies as you pass,
Spells flit and buzz through boughs of green,
The brightest, coldest light that’s ever been.
The suits of armor, polished bright,
Are draped with garlands, red and white,
And silent ghosts drift through the stone,
Leaving the happy few alone.
The castle sleeps, its corridors deep,
Where only secrets choose to creep;
The school, hushed beneath the snow,
Reflects the Yule Ball’s fading glow.
In cozy corners, common rooms gleam,
Like fires reflected in a peaceful dream.
The Gryffindor hearth is piled with logs,
Where students talk, while sipping eggnog.
The Hufflepuff burrow smells of pie,
Beneath the earth, where spirits fly.
The kitchen elves, with joyful squeal,
Prepare the feast, a splendid meal!
Turkey and pudding, mountains of roast,
More sugar plums than any can boast;
And goblets with frothy butterbeer,
The winter comfort that they give us cheer.
At the high table, Crozier bright,
Raises a toast to the gentle night.
Then comes the moment, soft and true,
The gift-giving, for me and for you.
We unwrap a Sneakoscope that whirls with sound,
And a shimmering Potion Kit, for brilliance profound.
From the Forbidden Forest, hushed and deep,
To the tallest tower where the owls sleep,
A spirit of magic, ancient and pure,
Makes Christmas at Hogwarts forever endure.
