This is neither poetry, nor drabble. It an attempt at an entry for the Holy Worlds Christmas Contest, one of many so far. It is 145 words of whimsical wintriness. Please enjoy it, and give it a purpose for it's writing.
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Your footsteps crunch on the new fallen snow. A wet branch hits you in the face, and you giggle. Snow covers your hair and shoulders. Evergreen trees contrast sharply with the white, but everywhere else is black and brown.
Where are you going, little one? Don’t you know what day it is? It is the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year. Are you afraid that the sun won’t come back after tonight?
Don’t be. The snow is a gift, and the darkness is a gift too. The sunshine will come in the morning, the snow will melt away, and there will be only brown and dullness.
But spring will come, bringing more green leaves to join the evergreens, and you will laugh again. You enjoy the snow, don’t you? Just don’t stay out too long, and don’t come in all wet.
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