the workshop window,
tidal drift sweeps up
to the pane's wooden frame.
The stone hearth roars
with crackling cascades
of glowing embers that explode,
sending projectiles into ruddy shadows.
Grey hammers batter
metal into submitting
their steel veneer to percussive
plans of shimmering sparks.
Tired tinker gnomes clad
in flowing robes of yule green and red,
dolls, planes, and boats are pooled
into a pile for inspection.
Stout workers lift wrapped toys
and load them into happy Nick's
vermilion sack, threads strain
under added weight.
The old bishop blesses his friends
as he mounts his rose madder sleigh,
harness bells crispy chime and reindeer mounts
prance out to the snowy night.