The whispering winds blow cold, far

Across the mountain tops,

Way up high, where the snow is so

Much, a white blanket above.

There is no painful noise of what’s

Become of that world down below,

All that hustle and bustle, of an

Unreal version of the Christmas

Spirit.

There lives a place up here, a

Land created within myself,

Come with me,

Beautiful, frosted, snow-

Covered trees, high above

The wandering ocean.

Deer may be passing by,

Beyond the frozen brush

In the distance,

We walk step by step with our

Feet disappearing into the

Chilling white.

Get lost in my winter dream as

We approach what appears to be

What,

A tiny, made of wood, snow-

Covered cabin, just waiting for

Some company.

Open the door and step inside,

It’s quite cold out here, very cold

My dear,

” I’ll gather some wood, there seems

To be a nice, brick fireplace, like

Magic”

“Soon it will be warm, we’ll be cozy

Together, look! the fire is going”

“Come with me, get lost in my

winter dream, sweetheart, just

You and me” For Kim,

Keith Garrett