Or of its bells & dreams
But an attack of snow just now
Wakened me
I labor intensive against drifts
Against waves of white
With a whale of a story
Shoaling cars trees homes
But do not call me Ahab
Call me Claus . . . Santa Claus
Shaken like a snow globe
Stirred like a frothy punch
I hunt happiness
Through snowballs ice & snowflakes
A steaming pod of dreams pluming
North South East West
Thar she blows!
I am Kringle . . . Kris Kringle
