Good morning! awake
to a blanket of fresh white
not even eight yet
bright birds flock around
our feeder. leave small footprints
delicate imprints
making lists of friends,
my family, grandparents
what i think they need
the night before, so
excited for tomorrow
exchanging of gifts
it’s here! finally.
me, my brother are first up
awed by our large hauls
snow beyond the glass
soft white blanket right outside
us in its embrace
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