Last Christmas

The land surrounding,

Slightly white and

Deep and crisp,

Uneven.

No more snowdrifts

Changing landscapes

Fewer folk believing.

But somewhere there’s a sparkle, still

In tinsel covered baubles

Children’s eyes

Reflecting joy

In gloves and hats with bobbles.

This Christmas time

Is not the same

As any other past one.

But still, you must enjoy its peace

For it may be your last one.