Do you remember
when Christmases
were like
fresh fallen snow
that glittered
and you’d wait for it to come all year round
but now you barely know when its passed by
and now its nothing but bits of ripped up
wrapping paper to be tossed out left over on the ground?
The snow will still be there
the magic dissipated
the river starting to melt, nothing left to skate away on
