• Cold flakes from above
    falling to the ground at a leisurely pace
    carrying alongside them
    the joys of Christmas past

    Hungry eyes stare through the glass
    full to the brim with excitement and hope
    to run and roll in the mounds of white
    to toss and throw little balls of cold
    and at the end of the day
    to walk inside wet and frozen
    but pleased and tired

    and all through the night
    those flakes will fall
    to fill in the spaces left by their running
    their rolling and tossing and throwing
    to wipe away the efforts of the day