It’s Christmas Eve
it’s four o’clock,
it’s getting dark
and streetlights are casting gloom
on empty, snow-less streets.
“So where is the snow” I ask mother
who is busy in the kitchen,
slapped my wrist when I try to steal a doughnut.
“Stay by the window, wish for snow sooner or later it will”
(Bet she said that to get rid of me)
Nevertheless it snowed at eight,
first a few flakes around lamps I counted them
but soon gave up when they fell en mass
till streets where white.
“Food’s ready” she said
I turned and the room was full of happy people.