When frigid winter’s winds roar
out among the lifeless trees
and nature is held captive
inside a merciless freeze
I pray to the God above
I hope he’ll honor my plea
to keep you safe from all harm
and bring you back home to me
When frigid winter’s winds roar
out among the lifeless trees
and nature is held captive
inside a merciless freeze
I pray to the God above
I hope he’ll honor my plea
to keep you safe from all harm
and bring you back home to me

The north wind freezes fields and rivers
Drifts across roads to seal the town
Skin cracks inside ice covered gloves
Vick’s rubbed onto croupy chests
Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s Day
Fireplace surrounded by, family, lovers and friends
Ice skating, snowball fights, sleigh rides
Hot chocolate, red noses and hugs
Christmas Past
On the face of many Christmas’s past
Fond memories still linger true and sound
Cold weather, snow and frost will never last
When the warmth of your friendship does abound
Christmas Present
A mom moves through the silent home
While all her children sleep and dream
Dying embers cast soft shadows
On their gentle sleeping faces
She smiles; it is the life she loves
Christmas Future
She sits alone in the dark
Her tree is unlit and bare
The room is so cold and stark
Only her last breath stirs the air
Her family all far from home
Living their Christmas fare
Across the world they did roam
Leaving no one left to care
Futile musings of an old ghost
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