Silently snow falls through the
Our baby's first winter in the
Light from flame and star
And the scent of pine.
Kettle whistles split the silence, and
Each guest fills a mug with hot cocoa.
Soon the magic of the night calls us
Outside, and I turn my face up,
Nose held high and tongue extended.
My feet crunch through the snow as I search for an icy treat, but
Your hand finds mine to lead me inside.
Next winter will be the same:
Our baby a year older, a
Simple celebration of joy in these