• All year we watch it
    Boobing and waving
    fishing and staying
    the source of our fun
    but now the frost has taken over
    our little pond
    frozen inside, little fern fronds
    too shallow to skate
    too thick to fish
    so we make on it a wish
    our pact is this:
    Do not forsake
    our fire and hearth
    true friend's origins of
    laughter and mirth
    look out the windows
    to winter bare
    and never to have a care
    of rain or sleet or frost or snow
    meanwhile, dream of mistletoe