A poem
I am not always there in people’s sight
They just take me out once per year, in order to let me shine
It is not something sad, I am sure it is not
Once per year, a real chance to be bright.
I am a christmas fairy light on the street
I do aware that I am not as bright as the sun, the moon, the street lamps, in any kind
But I am still there, once per year
Just to be a little twinkle, be one of a kind.
Why?
Because even though I can not shine so bright, I still do with happiness and also by
The purest joy in children’s eyes and the fond memories in the elderly’s smiles
Even though I can not shine so bright, I am proud to be just a little fairy light.
