The Beautiful Christmas Lights on the Windmill

Some years ago there was an old windmill.
The ones who owned the mill had erected the windmill for decoration.
Christmastime came around as is true with every year.
The owners climbed the windmill and placed the lights upon it.
The windmill was on its last legs and wasn't revolving around.
It remained stationary so the lights would look their best.
Herman Melville, the owner, saw the beautiful lights from the car window.
A smile crossed his face as he saw the multi colored lights on the windmill.
The wind blew excessively hard but not enough to harm the lights.
The sounds you were able to hear from the steeple was so comforting and ever so beautiful.
Joy encompassed the ones who heard the bells peeling.
Christmastime was getting nearer and nearer.
The beautiful Christmas lights on the windmill was the hit of the county.
Years afterward, Herman and then his offspring put the lights there at Christmastime.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)

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