I love the smell of snow
If only we had it in these parts
It’s dry here
I don’t like the smell of hot cement
In danger of Christmas not being merry
Patiently awaiting the new year.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I love the smell of snow
If only we had it in these parts
It’s dry here
I don’t like the smell of hot cement
In danger of Christmas not being merry
Patiently awaiting the new year.
I hear you on this one. I skipped the holiday poem but wish I had done it now. The prompt should read an opposite holiday poem, right? Loved it, being a New Jersey resident now living in Texas for 11 years. Christmas with Italian food for me- except last year, when I had covid, and we had the full turkey spread at home. And now I’m gonna write a poem about that! Thanks!
No probs! I live in New Zealand, so our Christmas’s are very warm. It puts an stop to wearing a cuddly Xmas cardigan, that’s for sure.
I live in Canada and your first line reeled me in – I wintered in Calgary at my sister’s and I loved shovelling the snow for that very reason. It gives the holidays that ‘feeling’ you can’t always put your finger on. Thanks for the poem, filled with nostalgia and longing.
Thanks, Cristy.
I live in New Zealand, so our Christmas’ is very warm, which takes away from the fuzziness that Christmas is supposed to bring.