Postcard Winters!

I always dreamt of a White Christmas

Of foggy hills and misty weather.

Of Santa hopping down smoking chimneys

And kids playing out, making snow angels.

And then I woke to a hazy sky

In distance heard a train whistle.

The birds were chirping melodious songs

A soulful symphony of approaching winters.

At length I smelled the fire logs

And heard on streets some barking dogs.

I stepped on the streets to view the scenario

Lo and Behold! The snow hit this season.

Gentle cool breeze caress my hair

As I write this piece with a heart so open.

My frozen nose tip bears witness to this miracle.

I'll finally celebrate my white Christmas.