I have been told, we will have a fierce winter coming
so should I prepare to wax my wooden sled ready
or maybe I should wrap myself in blankets
and scurry off back to bed

I wonder if this means a Christmas white
with choirs that sing carols on silent nights
oh I love the darkness of this month
hearing such sweet voices at candle light

The magic of moonlight on winters snow
that dances with trees in shadowy glows
imprints of creatures that have walked by
whist I seep snug after far too many pies

So I wait for my sweet dark winters
with such anticipation and glee
as I am winters child
and will always be

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris