I can feel my cheek tingling
As I press it against the frosted window
A blanket of snow covering my backyard
Tall, naked trees erupting from it.
The grass is silver, like delicate jewels against a white backdrop
The distant sound of chimes in the air
Fills my ear with unwelcome sounds.
Here I am, wrapped in my wool blanket
A steaming cup of cocoa cradled in my hands
It hurts to think of the poor souls who are out there in the cold
Freezing to death
Funny how I smile
At this hostile wonderland.....
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