The blue-ice bite of winter
Smears itself upon the land
The grass shines in the frost
The naked trees shiver

The sky
Becomes an avenue
Guiding eager birds
To warmth and sanctuary

A white lace falls from this avenue
Landing silently
Yet
For the children
With profound effects

These boys and girls,
Adorned with wool
Enter a magical world

A world where the ground is a canvas
Where intrigue falls from the sky
Where men are made
Of effort and imagination

Where weapons are crafted
Out of the same material as angels
Where rosy cheeks
Go hand and hand with smiles