Monday, December 14, 2009

December 15 "Like snowflakes, my holiday memories gather and dance - each beautiful, unique and too soon gone."


See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the walk and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window-ledges
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white.
Every twig is laden-
What a pretty sight!


I hope to see you all at the concert tonight!