Step into a dream, take yourself away,

So very far away,

Beyond what appears to be reality,

To a fantastic place.

A log house, built between snow-covered

Mountains,

Lost in a land, only imagined in a child’s

Mind, maybe.

Snow falling, a snowman comes to life,

Only here can he,

Reindeer walking about, speaking to

Elves as they vanish.

Inside, a fire burning, warm it does feel

To a freezing body,

A Christmas tree, high to the ceiling,

Decorated with lights.

Baking, in the kitchen, are many types

Of delicious foods,

Gingerbread cookies, cooling on the

Stove, what a scent.

Going sleigh riding through the

Frozen wooda of fantasy,

My winter paradise is created from

My heart and wishes.

Keith Garrett