Since a child barely eight,
I watched puffy snowflakes
with dreamy eyes, seeing myself so merry...
making a snowman taller than I;
his nose had to be brighter than a cherry,
and his blue eyes deeper than any sea...
then lying back, I rested in delight:
to admire my creation and sigh!
Snow on a quiet night of December,
every worry and fear I surrender...
to lose myself awaiting for deeper silence:
when a star will appear to announce
to the hopeless world a birth of glorious joy...
will it be greeted by all as that shepherd boy?
Everybody was asleep, the wood-burning fireplace
crackled as someone walking dredged a long path
with fast footsteps...it was daddy shivering as a cat,
holding in his frozen hands a box gleaming as glass;
I looked closer it had a red bow that brightly glowed...
and running I screamed, " Merry Christmas, dad! "
Snow on a quite night of December,
make me dream of those wintry night already past...
when my soft face was sprinkled with snowflakes so thick,
and melting they tasted like the water of a river!
Snow on a quiet December night, take no rest...
keep on falling and creating a wonderland filled with mirth!
Entered in Gail Angel Boyle's contest,
" Winter's Blanket "
Written by Andrew Crisci