See the world through spectacles of ice.
Between its layers of black and white
see the candles flickering there
behind frosted window panes
where the lights dance like caged stars
and paper hides tomorrow's glee.
Kittens scamper like shadows
in a festive living room
while voices tower near the ceiling
straining an ivory high,
children in all manner of warmth
create their own frankenstein
in a white out world
with fumbling hands and bubbling talk
their cheeks the shade of ripe cherries.
It's the most joyful time of the year
as eyes behind the spectacles blink
a wanting frozen before the realization,
a wanting of joy, love, peace,
and goodwill to all men.
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