Creative writing – Page 44 – A (wise) man of two faces

Frosted

Born in the winter,
is it any wonder that
I act so coldly.

I feel like I’ve lost
that childhood merriment this
holiday season.

We’re driving every which way
on Christmas eve, Christmas day
to see siblings, cousins, aunts,
and everyone’s grandparents
for holiday parties.

Brightly colored gifts
with your name written on top –
surprises inside.

Santa Claus
Saint Nicholas
Father Christmas and more…
Whatever name you know him by –
Listen!

This Christmas season
I just want good memories,
tied up in a bow.

Leave the porch light on
so we can find our way home
on the darkest nights.

As I wonder in the snow,
where I’m going, I don’t know,
I can’t find the trail
amid the wind and the hail
threatening to lay me low.

Hot chocolate Christmas
around a roaring fireplace,
melted marshmallows.

Snowflakes
are falling down,
covering the roadways,
blanketing the entire town
in white.