I feel the Yuletide flowing through
me. I feel like playing in the snow.
The arctic air is thin and growing
old, how soon the tide does go.
I feel the fine Yuletide season and
the crispy winter chill. Outside
children build a snowman. Time
for them is standing still.
Put another log on the languishing fire.
I’ll get a blanket for our feet. The
embers crackle a sweet promise
to sing us gently to sleep.
After solstice, long winter nights
give over to the growing day. Soon
too the snow will be melting and
the children gone away.
I feel the giving season’s heart. I
feel like dancing in the snow. I
celebrate that we are together.
Alas how soon the tide does go.
But for now our fire flickers with
delight and a blanket wraps our
feet. Whisper sweet how much we
love, before our fire sleeps.
