Snow falls, blows, in
white eddies across the street,
people are baried in sweaters, coats,
and gloves, joyfully humming songs of joy, peace
and love.
children shed their wet clothes
and boots after playing on the
slippery frozen pond, then
quickly scurry home to 
get out of the cold,
to receive hugs and kisses
like they were getting presents at
chistmas.
the season where people dream
about white Christmases
with fluffy snow that falls softly to the 
ground.
as children throw round snowballs
and families play and sing songs around the piano
about babies gently born in mangers, and of
a star so bright, that led
shepherds, all on one holy night.
all to awake quietly
to see that Jake has left frost upon your
window that night.
when the children wake, rubbing their
little eyes, and see the brightly
lit tree, their eyes get so bright
and shine with a million stars
with delight to see,
all the presents tightly wrapped
and tucked under the tree,
when they run to the door to greet
their family that came from far
to gather with wishes, dreams and hopes
for the coming new year
then the children
go to frolic and play with all of their new treasures they
received
at this time of year,
on this wintery Christmas day