A Christmas snow

A Christmas Snow

The snow fell silently over night.

In the morning it lay glistening white.

I looked out my bedroom window to see the

snow piled as high as my knees.

Outside the trees were covered in snow,

even the branches were loaded low.

Then from the old pine tree the cardinal did appear

his magical chirping filling the air.

Nostalgic thoughts came rushing back to me.

This was Christmas as it used to be.