Lace Christmas

                I know, not the season...but I hate to have a post list clotted with drafts...
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Lace Christmas

I smell the scent of cutting cold and lovely Christmas spice
and the world begins to whisper of winter
as the clouds fill with knotted ice.

When at last the sky is greying
and white hairs streak its head
the branches, they are fraying
and the flowers nearly dead

The world begins whisper, it grows into a chant,
winter is a-coming
the snow will soon decant.

The clouds fill up with knotted ice,
they grind the glass to satin,
it sprinkles down like Christmas spice,
and the ground begins to fatten.

The world begins whisper, it grows into a chant,
winter is a-coming
the snow will soon decant.

The gnarled branches lose their youth
and the frost chills their trunks
carolers sing of Christian truths
and the ice falls down in chunks.

The world begins whisper, it grows into a chant,
winter is a-coming
the snow will soon decant.

Bright lights aglow surround my home
and children laugh and play  

I smile and sip hot chocolate foam

And wait for Santa’s sleigh.

The world begins to whisper
soft and sweet and low
look up at the sky, enjoy the falling snow!