Winter

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Winter

Snow-bleached trees sway in the wind,

Vanilla icing sauced ontop.

Children laugh and play in the snow,

Families of snowmen growing non-stop.

An aroma of turkey and wine fills the air,

Every which way it greets you.

Pudding is served and church bells ring,

Carols are sung and are listened to.

Fires are lit and mittens are worn,

Hot cups of cocoa are sipped.

Stories are told and quick words are spoken,

Delicious fresh strawberries are dipped.

The warmth of a fire soaks the ice,

And a luminous glow is reflected.

A match is blown out by a gentle breeze,

And the last Christmas light is shed,

Snow-bleached trees sway in the wind,

Vanilla icing sauced ontop.

As moonlight illuminates a quiet village,

Snowflakes dribble non-stop.

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