A poem for Yuletide

In the eve of Yuletide, when the supermoon reached its zenith
It was the elusive myth that set the cold breeze adrift
As the leaves themselves hurtled on through the snow
Red, Green, Bronze, Golden leaves swirling around
Lightly being blown, but not making a sound

A windswept picture has been detailed
Elaborated, colloborated, combined and comprised
Melded together with the element of surprise
A candle is lit to remember the light
Circles are decorated with a realistic right
Its a time to celebrate, to share our gifts
A time to dance with a secret wish
Dancing, singing, carrying on through the night
Christmas is coming so we know money's tight
Its an era of awakening, of feeling and of memory too
As wishes become thoughts which also become true