Christmas Waltz

Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes Remembered dance steps centuries old Changing partners on a whim Caring not whose creation they will trim Father North Wind interjects boldly Guiding the familiar waltzing journey As flake swirls and spin gracefully Always retaining their individuality Jack Frost, his night shift ending Leaps and twirls from place to place Freezing morning dew, now expanding, Preparing for the dance troupe landing Mother Nature, the definitive director Observes diligently each intricate design Ever mindful of their desired destination Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show Children awaken to blankets of snow Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above Note: I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season. Hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas !!!