My Winter
How I loved it at the Yuletide season -
the winter of my youth so long ago.
A Christmas vacation was the reason!
We’d bundle up and slide down hills of snow.
On Christmas morning, faces all aglow,
we’d run downstairs so gleefully to see
the presents Santa left beneath the tree.
Now on snow I DRIVE, hating it! No thrill
do I have when there’s less of family.
My winter - with each year - grows dimmer still!
Nov. 26, 2017 For the My Winter Contest of Viv Wigley
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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