• each snowflake collected amongst the winds,
    to feel calm without no end,
    lighted candles,
    no bother to begin

    the room lit crimson,
    following by the scent of the vanilla,
    cookies lay in silence,
    next to the warmth of the fireplace

    a sigh of relaxation is to be heard,
    for the calm of the night stays still,
    and the flipping of the pages is one but a thrill

    silence,
    is the true meaning,
    of this poet's holiday being.