With the muted frozen

winter morning light

around snowy Christmas

children awake reluctant

from snow-day dreams

emerging from sleep

to ten amazing inches

of fresh snowman snow,

That night a homey fire,

Mom’s favorite Christmas

music on the record player

sneaking on Christmas cookies

sipping hot chocolate warming

the ice skate and snow fort chill

out of toes as evening grows

to night and the those happy

dreams of that children dream..

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This is still a very rough re-write of a poem I wrote back in high-school, over twenty years ago…I like some of the lines…but I think it still needs some work.

Gotta work to get the sentimentality out of it as well.