By Laura Spiegel

When rays of sun set sleepily

And moonbeams cast their light,

When glowing stars soak up the sky,

A magic fills the night.

For when your blankets are tucked round

And evening prayers are said,

The angels soar below the clouds

And dance beside your bed.

Their wings outstretched, they circle you

And tap their feet in time

To music plucked from golden harps

And songs from nursery rhymes.

And while you dream of sugarplums,

They twirl both to and fro,

Their halos glowing cozily

To keep you warm below.

But when you rise upon the morn

And sun spills forth her rays,

The angels soar back to the clouds

To keep you safe through day.

But if you listen close tonight

When to your room you’re led,

You’ll hear the angels giggling as

They waltz back to your bed.

So know that you are blessed, dear,

And loved most through and through.

For angels only dance for special

Little ones like you.