Christmas Snow

In my dreams I wish to stray
to white covered green pastures
in which I would lay.
Press with hands in crystal snow;
the wonder out my soul'd flow.

The enchantment and mystique
of taking part in a white Christmas;
the snowmen and games
and fluffed cotton dunes
draws me into a fantasy:

One in which I live to see;
experience the magic when looking
outside to watch snowflakes
twirling down to the ground
to chat whispers in the corners.

One day I hope to be
able my reality dream to see;
And Christmas would be more
special as innocence falls
down to cover black with white.

by Mickey-Shaun Van Tonder

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