Christmas Magic

I was walking down a street,
my soul was gloomy and dark,
then a little light was lit
followed by another spark.

They shone on parked cars,
danced on tree branches,
shining like small stars
or like some fairy dancers.

And for every light I saw,
another one came soon
spreading their warm glow
and brighter than the moon.

I knew they were no sprites,
but soon my desperation
was defeated by the lights
of a Christmas decoration!