My Christ­mas Poem

Pasatiempo - - Poetry - by Joaquin Apo­daca

That night the night was tak­ing over, The snow fall­ing softly like it was try­ing to say some­thing. I stuck my hand out try­ing to un­der­stand the snow. When it touched my hand it dis­ap­peared Like it was scared; I won­dered and won­dered, Why would some­thing so beau­ti­ful hide it­self? I got home and dreamed about the snow. It seemed again like it was try­ing to tell me some­thing. So I stuck my hand out for the sec­ond time and the lovely, soft, wet snow spelled “Have a happy Christ­mas.” I am stuck in that form, and I ask my­self how to say “Merry Christ­mas” back.

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