
We had a streetlight outside our picture window,
a play with our eyes tease in the light,
If I could see the flakes drift inside the night,
I was a happy child being blanketed in white
~
Where we live, a Christmas  without snow,
felt only as real as the imagination  would right
we didn’t want the brown decay of fall tonight
instead, the white wonder cast shadows on night.
~
Peace, when watching the light become so light
desire the snow, while beauty of life will show
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