Oct 06

Winter Tales

the sun has kissed the ice-covered horizon
the rest of my family is inside,
sipping hot chocolate with marshmallows.
the television's flickering glow bounces outside.
I lay in the snow outside, small fingers going numb
one by one.
breath puffs outward in small white clouds.
the cold isn't real unless I believe it's real. 
My hair's short curls are frozen in place
and my snow suit has become heavy with 
snow, melted by body heat.
What if I sleep here? 
just for tonight.
Would Santa Claus come to take me to 
the North Pole?
or would I die from frost biting me, 
like mommy said I would?
I wiggle my toes in my too-big boots. 
How long would I have to wait?