Rachel's p.o.v
When and after I closed my eyes
for good, I slept safe and sound.
My tired and weary soul found
rest in his holiness' sanctuary.
He carried me off to elsewhere.
He deemed me a star, perhaps
a martyr. It was truly an
unforgettable Merry Christmas.
When and after, I closed my
eyes for good, who knew
I would receive my halo
and wings?