Christmas Song

The clouds do open.

The world is silent.

Then the white does fall.

It's cold and ice,

But pretty-like,

Making angels in the sun.

Children play amidst the temp

Of freezing bitter wind,

Then run inside

For cocoa swirls,

And merriment by the fire.

It has come, indeed, it has,

But are we truly ready?

For colored leaves,

And an unnatural sneeze,

Has prepared us for maybe, spaghetti?

No, says I,

We knew it would come.

It comes every year,

That it does.

So pull on a suit,

And try to look cute,

As we smile at the photographer, Frosty.

Then you will grow strong,

Knowing you belong,

To the play and the dance of Christmas song.