christmas is a happy time
the cheer and joy of the season
the snow looks like a bleached white
it’s as bright as can be
nothing can spoil the season
everything as perfect as can be
jack frost nips at some ones nose
as water trickles off melting icesicles
the day ends early
the air becomes cool
night sets in
the sky turns black
black as can be black
it’s as though nature is
telling someone something
something of sorrow and grief
pain and torment
destruction and death
the season represents life
why must death invade
it sucks the happiness out
grief becomes the inevitable
the white snow turns to black slush
the cool breezes turn to harsh winds
everything changes
everything becomes as different as can be
as different as black and white