The crunch of the earth below soft white snow,
under your boots so thick
Snow that melts as you rub it against your gloves,
its salty taste you lick.
Falling snow that lands on your nose
Chill that goes right down to your toes.
Santa's sleigh on the rooftop, snowman in the yard,
Turkey roasting in the oven, crisp roasted chestnuts,
pudding and rich fruit cakes.
Star of David hanging on the window sill
Lighted candles warming a stranger’s chill.
Sleigh bells ringing, carollers at the door,
the crackling fireplace
Warm eggnog sliding down the throat, Irish coffee,
their warmth heating your face.
It must be fun you're having over there, Joan dear,
May I come over for Christmas this year?
12 Dec 2007