Written, November 28, 2025 For The Premiere Contest, “Snowglobe Memories” Sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose ~ 6th Place
Oh, how it drew me in, that magic ball- When Grandma let me hold it long ago. I cupped my hands to shake it up a bit, And all at once, it filled with swirling snow! The snowflakes settled neath a bright blue sky- And on a tiny church and village, too. There, standing in the middle, were two deer Staring at me with love, so sweet and true. Each time I went to Grandma's house, for sure- After I hugged and kissed her, there I'd run To shake it gently so it came alive, And with the deer told stories to each one. So like a tiny world, made just for me! Oh, how it drew me in, that magic ball! Though much has faded over many years, This memory still glows in my recall.
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