Such a view, I've seldom known
I tho't perhaps a dream -
for on the lawn, winter'd come
and left a Christmas scene
The lawn had now a coverlet,
where last bare grass I'd seen;
and every branch and twiglet
was dressed all white and clean.
Each post now wore a little cap
- the flagpole did as well,
and now just where the street began
it was quite hard to tell.

I hurried with my winter clothes
- my mittens, boots, and coat
to be a part of wonderland
- ev'ry picture there to note.

Then with the shovel I did start
to carve my path of sorts
and push my way along the drive
to view God's handiwork.

- Lescott 12-17-96