There is no snow falling

through the air, softly and with delicate

dancing care,

there is no drifting smoke from a well stoked

fire keeping children warm

and the heavy glow of safety,

hale and hearty memories

of days before they were gone

in a flash; this is the Christmas in which to be thankful

that we have

all that we have

before the days turn to spring

and daffodils turn their heads

skywards to praise the Universe, so much bigger

on the outside.

Be thankful