
The crisp Winter air
welcomes me
like a burrowing hole does a rabbit
And there is safety there
Children playing
unmindful of the outside force
Cheering on each exhale
Loosening the noose around their necks
before they see stars and spotted flecks
Greater prospects are their mittens
Soft and warm like newborn kittens
They are used to protect their grips
Just in case the ground bumps their hips
Slipping and sliding on thin ice
Invisible music oh so nice
Even a sudden slip
is no match for the childish lip
And I tip-toe to my car
which isn’t very far
In hopes that the road
is as kind to me
with such a heavy load
and place I need to be
For I have gifts to get before
I can give
Inconsiderate of the hole
in which I live
To make merrier a day
for children to play
when they awaken
on Christmas Day
So, what I hold with my gloves
know the pain endured for my loves
But I would have it no other way
to present joy on a silver tray
When they awaken
On Christmas Day
Though should I ever play too old
I hope my debt was paid in gold