Snowflakes On My Nose

Silently snow falls through the Night air. Our baby's first winter in the Woods is Filled with 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 Enchanted trees.