My Christmas Poem
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.