The white frosted snowflakes fall,

through the glistening winter night,

which leaves a dimming light.

It may just seem alright.

 

Shaking off the cold winter snow,

they step into the home.

Relaxing by the fire,

reading a book to desire. 

 

The flaming fierce fire,

warmthing the cozy house,

where the sorrowful lives 

of the happiest people live.

 

A cup of warm hot cocoa, freshly baked cookies

 with red and green sprinkles, sit on the stone 

table in the center of the kitchen. 

The lights of desire stare at me,

hoping for the good.

 As they drink and watch the sparkling snow fall,

they look out into the world of the unknown.