The countryside is still and white.|
It's snowing again on this Holy night.
The driveway's gone, I cannot find.
We'll never get it ploughed out in time.
Here it is it's Christmas Eve.
Snow is falling, there's no reprieve.
Peaceful and scenic, it's clean and pure.
We have so much to be thankful for.
My family will have to walk in with gifts.
One can hardly see past the drifts.
I admonish them to approach with care.
Praise and sweets will be waiting here.
Cocoa is warming with marshmallows too,
To thaw out every last one of you.
The house is quiet, peaceful and warm.
Soon it will be filled with Christmas charm.
They'll be sleeping on bedrolls tonight on the floor.
Boots piled slovenly at the back door.
Their angelic faces deep in slumber tonight.
Not an antagonistic thought in this sea of white.
Amid all the uproar, the hardship snow brings,
They've all come home and how my heart sings.
My Old fashioned snowbound Christmas is here.
Happy Birthday Baby Jesus, Happy New Year.
Potpourri of poetry
I've used all of Pete's words
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