A Christmas Snow
A Christmas Snow
He peered out the window
breath frosting on the glass,
scratched the outline of a Christmas Tree
in the misted snow covering the pane.
It was cold enough, it was due
but the only flakes in the sky
were the shivering solstice stars.
Perhaps it would be a barren Christmas.
There had been other times, cold times,
when the sleds lay idle, the snow man’s
corn cob pipe and button nose
sat faceless in the hat.
He turned from his window gazing,
casting a glance at the Christmas tree,
a little bare in spots, a few lights
hanging on for one more year.
The bulbs all told a story,
the one Billy brought home
on leave from the military,
it became his little brother’s favorite.
Those awful, yet splendidly awesome,
hand made by the children,
not quite ready for the down town tree
sprinkley, sparkley, spectaculars.
He wiped a tear away,
he was alone now
looking out that window – hoping
for one more Christmas Snow.
John G. Lawless
11/25/2014
Not submitted to the contest – unrhymed…
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