If I close my eyes its almost as if I were back there again
standing in a field of snow mitted and scarfed to the chin
Front window frosted from our breath iced fingers scribing
yes I can almost remember the exact smell of snow...
A winter hat edged in fur, warm and fuzzy round my neck
big fat snowflakes falling gently while inside, electric heat
father appearing from a distance buried in a snow squall
mother with her rosary praying for his safe arrival , me
tucked under a blanket sleepy eyed and tired praying,
I hope Christmas comes soon, and then I fell asleep.