I’m not looking for a white Christmas
For my life
is already a cold place
Bleak and
forbidding
So I have
no need of snow
Carpets of
white everywhere
Winter fills
my every day
My life is
perpetual winter
Because you
have taken my warmth
You were
the heart of me
You sent
the blood coursing through me
You were
the sun in my sky
Now my life
is tundra
And I am
just a frozen husk
To numb to
exist
If December ice will bear a duck
Thereafter
will be slush and muck
But grab
the duck off the ice
And
Christmas lunch be very nice
Everybody loves it
Even if
they won’t admit it
From the newly bred
To the nearly dead
Christmas
is the bee’s knees
From
decorated Christmas trees
To
candlelight and mistletoe
And every
happy HoHoHo
Some may
not agree
At least
not openly
But are
quite happy
To enjoy it
secretly
Smoke curls from the chimneys,
And
dissolves into the grey
Then the
clouds in exchange
Release
snowflakes on the day
Soon the
air is full of white flakes
Filtering
the sounds of life away
The land is
soon under deep snow
Of
snowflakes released on the day
But softly the myriad snow flakes fall
These infinite flakes of purest white
Like pure white down of angels wings
Floating gently from heavens height
But this is no heaven sent delight
This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers
For harshly touched is the naked earth
When touched by winters icy fingers
Out of the snowy lawn
The snowman
grew
Wearing a
hat and scarf
The way
that you do
With
pebbles for eyes
Pressed
into the snow
A smiley
twig mouth
And a large
carrot nose
He’s a
magnificent site
The snowman
that grew
But he’s
just snow and ice
And no
substitute for you
I wish you
were here
To chase
the blues away
I wish
you’d come back
To me for
Christmas day
In my back garden during last Winter
I saw the strangest of things
The fattest Robin I’ve ever seen
It was like a cricket ball with wings
