A Spoonful of Snow

We scratched and scrapped and piled it together, thin as cobwebs, like molted bird feathers, spread out on the frozen lawn, a gossamer frosting in early dawn, a meager, stingy December snow, hardly enough to foster a glow from the Christmas lights candycane twirled about the evergreen swags softly whirled. A new sled from Santa's gift giving was mine to enhance childhood living! Why he did not provide the blizzard-- (He could have called on the North Pole snow wizard!) we just did not know, but to work we would go and make a snow ramp out in the yard about as thick as a worn playing card. The rest of the story is not hard to guess; my dad's in the doghouse, my mom in distress. That snow ramp was built quite poorly it seems, engineered from child wishes and misguided dad dreams, and though for a moment, I thought I would fly, at least, sitting here, I still have an eye. Copyright, December 5, 2017 Christmas Rhymes Contest Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor