The Last Winter

People are sending and receiving gifts and letters
Some are visiting their loved ones in late December
It is the coldest but happiest season of the year
.

Shoppers are in the supermarkets and the stores
Greeting cards and wrapping papers are on the racks
And everyone is pushing a trolley full of groceries
.

Taxicabs are zooming up and down the busy streets
Some people are just lingering on the sidewalks
They are all wearing woolly sweater and fluffy mittens
.

Sleigh bells are ringing all over the neighbourhood
And pairs of agile horses are pulling shiny sleds
Little children are running and playing in the snow
.

Two bottles of red wine are chilling in the refrigerator
A fruit cake and a jug of sorrel are on the table
And the spicy turkey in the oven sure smells good!
.

There is an old fireplace to warm my hands and feet
Is it so cosy in the wintertime all around the world?
I suppose it depends on the tradition of the people
.

As I look at the picture of my beloved on the wall,
I reflect on the last winter we held each other’s hand
And I hear a choir singing a carol in the cathedral

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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