Holly’s Stars

An Angel named Holly makes all kinds of stars,
Every day of the week for twenty-one hours.
She gets up before the birds start to sing,
Says a short prayer and brushes her wings;
And collects all the things she needs to make stars:
Gold paint and tinsel and glitter in jars;
Brushes and scissors, rulers and pencils;
A book of instructions, protractors and stencils.
She makes four-pointed stars with sheets of square paper,
With folded triangles that shimmer and taper;
Stars with five rays made of cardboard and string,
And five Angel feathers plucked from a wing;
Six-rayed stars to decorate trees,
Which hang on silk ribbons and turn in the breeze;
Stars made of platinum, gold, silver and brass,
Amethyst, diamond, crystal and glass.
An Angel called Holly makes hundreds of stars,
And one that is special, the most precious by far:
A star made of light with a thousand bright rays
To guide and protect you for now – and always.