December’s barren ground
Autumn now long over
Snowflakes flying, earthbound
Winter’s white sweet clover
Village sleeping tonight
Children dreaming of snow
Crystal-clear sky’s moonlight
Changing to whitest glow
Beginning to drop in
Targeted flurries fall
Playful snowstorm begins
Winter finally calls
Snowy pace never wanes
Flakes now piling up high
Truckers reaching for chains
Driving where snowballs fly
Wishful, children wake up
Stirring with loudest cheers
Sleds ready for tune-up
White Christmas comes this year
Big Sky Buckeye 
As a child, I used to dream of a white Christmas and enjoyed the sled ride down the long hill that was our road. Nowadays, I enjoy watching the snow fall, seeing it glisten on the ground and in the trees, but I watch from the window. I have slipped more than once and falling is not a good thing at my age. It’s all about perspective, isn’t it? For me, these days, it’s the beauty and wonder of so much white, as our righteousness is before the Lord.
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Just as you do, I have many childhood memories from Montana winters. We almost always experienced a white Christmas. If not, the temperatures were very winter-like.
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Believe it or not, there is talk of a 10-15% chance of a sort-of-white Christmas in Houston. High excitement reigns!
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Linda, I am slowing getting back to you. As of tonight, we are pretty much guaranteed to experience a white Christmas here. However, we will also face one of the coldest Christmas Day’s in recent memory.
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Your poem reminds me of the wonderful times I had playing in the snow as a kid. A wonderful reminder!
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Hang on to those memories! Just as you do Susan, I have many childhood memories from growing up in Montana’s wintertime.
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It is snow hard here in Pennsylvania at this moment
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Eileen, stay safe and warm!
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Will do, I tested positive for CVOID so I am not going anywhere
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Take care of yourself Eileen. Covid followed my wife and I from Ohio to Montana back in June. We were under the weather and had to isolate from my family before returning back home.
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Nicely done.
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Anneli, I appreciate your reading and sharing these kind words. My memory bank overflows with wintertime moments from growing up in the Big Sky.
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Hang onto those memories. The collection of those good thoughts is part of what builds and shapes us.
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Thank you Eileen for sharing this poem. Being a native of Montana, there will be writing moments when my winter memories come front and center.
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Makes me want to countdown to CHristmas with this poem!
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Awesome! I hope your countdown to Christmas was a blessed one. Merry Christmas!
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It was!!
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