Dreams of white fluff falling from the sky,
fills the head with wonder and not questions about why.
To believe in the magic at age ten or sixty-five
keeps the magic of Christmas apparent and alive.
A kid at heart, yet an adult by age
never losing the spirit or turning the page.
The snowfall connects memories of our past
with a bright and shining future .... conquering the past.
Specks of peace and joy are floating in the air,
falling into place without a single care.
Innocence of believing in what the eyes won't see
is reason enough to place trust in each and every possibility.
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