Winter Magic

Winter Magic Dear Santa, my brother Franky (can'twrite to everyone) and as a newblanky, has a big hole. Mysister Susanne (that is to ask shyto) wants a new dressso school children could not laugh.Mommy a beautiful cookingpot, down on everything around you is. A nicepair shoes for dad beneat jobseekers Hardon his feet. The money which I am entitled savedwill on the table. I knowyou are real and not just a fable.Love, Cindy Crystal Magic, I wake up: Listen to the lack of sound, tents that silver moon light gownedReflect play splintery shardsOn diamond-like ice blue white stars.The valley is still first brightWith fresh air and full of God snowlight .. The snow is the time to start the season, to cure mad-dash autumn lesions.The spent Sunday earth can withstand the flakes Daily, known as the thirst for music makesThe land a twenty pillowcase.Sharp obtain sighsAs tariff autumn Replaces dies comfort through the mountains to sleep high.The land strengthAs Nature waits for spring pranks.A retired portrait photographer, I write poetry almost every day emotions.