December

the cold

is like the spanking we got as children

it is bitter in the moment

our breath is swept from us

but just think something as cruel as the cold

could only exist if we knew something better

the warmth that ravels us in spoils

has got us thirsting for its sweet taste

as the winter sets in

the ground is coated in white cake

it bites our toes as we walk down the street

the air is robust and fat with ice

that when it hits us

we are shriveled and frightened

the people rally and stare at the cold

no matter what it does 

we shall celebrate

this is the day of Christmas

Sweet smell of pine trees lined across the road

makes a smile form on children and old

Bulbs sway in the freezing wind

but never let go of the tree

Children wait and look through all the goodies and toys

hoping they may receive one

to get through the artcic storm

 Grannies and Grampas all happy at heart

homes full of parties and snacks

their stomachs full with cheer and ham

the nativity scene that is cuddled in the corner of the block

shines brightest of all on this night

now some may say the cold is too cold 

and should go away

but think about this

perhaps you'll consider

that without the cold 

this wouldn't be winter