Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland short poem

Photo by randihausken

The snow has been falling for days.
It’s the holiday season.
Excitement builds as you wait for the day to fade into night.
It is finally here you can hardly wait…
You walk outside and there is it, like walking into a snow globe.
The snow crunches beneath your boots as you take your first step
The colored lights dance on the snow and sparkles as if diamonds are everywhere.
Muffled sounds can be heard of laughter in the distance, as skater’s glide with delight on the frozen pond.
You catch snowflakes on your tongue no mater your age, maybe a few snow Angels are made.
As the night comes to and end and you head for home for hot coca and warmth,
You take one last look at this magical night and think this is what Winter is all about.

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