White Christmas
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How exhilarating to observe
All around the white snow as it swerved,
Around the towering dark fir trees,
That grew richly on slopes in the breeze.
Below a small farm provided heat
Food was plentiful so that friends would meet.
The scene soon stopped, but there was still hope,
I took my toy and shook the snow globe.
Snow fell. The crib lit. I dreamt of a luscious feast.
It’s White Christmas again.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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