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…