Snow-covered ground, with pine trees all

Around,

Bears of white, everywhere, logs of wood

Lying there.

Roaming deer, watching without fear,

Snowballs on the ground, big and round.

An elf that smiles, up in a tree,

Dressed in red, bells on his feet.

There’s a snowman, in the

Distance, he stands,

Cold as winter, in this fairytale

Land.

As the snow falls down, Santa

Claus walks the grounds,

Candles lit with colors, brightens

What’s around.

A Christmas scene, perhaps all in

A dream,

A child’s imagination, does your

Memory still see?

Keith Garrett