Holidays can turn
highs into lows
Like tears in fallen snow
My icy heart yearns
To find a smile
Before it’s Christmas morn
Look into my eyes
And the see the gift
A wish hidden
Lost in the spirit
Of memories
To believe in tomorrow
In the mystical snow globe
That holds time
Reaching for the star
Searching to brighten
Yuletide sadness
Babs Work In Progress 