You make cold mornings. You bring winds that         

fight against me everyday. I look outside and there

you are, waiting for the right moment to show what you got.

You know I don’t Really like you. You bundle me in clothes

that make me a walking Marshmallow. You cut my cheeks

like glass with your cold breathes.The only thing I actually

like about you is that you bring families Together. It’s Christmas

now and you can smell the fresh made pie Cooling down and

you can hear the little ones running around the house.You make

people run across the street trying to get away from the heavy tears

that come down. You cry because you weren’t invited. They heat

up their homes to keep your icy cold air out. I almost feel bad for you.

You come once a year to bring Christmas and joy to others

but there’s no one to bring you joy. Your time is running out.

It’s your last day here,The thirty first. You walk away slowly

and bump into January and give her a weak smile. You tell her

that the people are now ready for her and the New year.

The clock turns twelve and you start to disappear ready to come

Back in a year to bring more joy to the world.