• We smash ice
    in the woods
    at the end of the block.

    Wild things
    stomping our feet
    on the frozen surface
    till it cracks.

    Your laughter echoes
    around dead tree branches
    and muddy ground.

    I tug my gloves onto
    your little boy hands
    plunge my own deep into
    the pockets of my coat.

    Red cheeked and sparkle eyed
    you are the gift
    that Christmas gives...