Christmas warms my very soul.

twinkling lights and reddened evening skies;

snow is on the way.

my cheeks feel cold,

my eyes water slightly,

I am warm, and loved by this season.

My ears are blessed with Winter winds,

crawling up my spine, ignoring the

cover of my coat.

I am cold, but my heart is

warmed by the spirit of the season.

A lump forms in my throat, easily,

to my discontent.

Crying is not an easy event, but this is when

my tears form from happiness

and fall gracefully down my cheeks.

Cinnamon warms my tongue

while I sip tea, sitting by my

Christmas tree, done up with twinkling

multi-coloured lights. I watch my candles

sway with flames as I catch a hint

of their sweet scent.

Walking in the first snow,

my mind soars well above me,

I’m floating, freely, like the snow

I adore.