Winter Gifts Poem by Patrick Czyz

Winter's splinters freeze the chilled ground
As coldness slicks and crawls around
The tempest winds bearing down hence
Upon a frail residence.

So what? the season is cruel
When legions of frost flakes drool
By the masses to deliver snow
To some on earth below.

...It may be obscure to believe
What ignites on Christmas Eve
...It may be hard to say

That the grandest gift on Christmas Day
Or rather! I meant to declare:
The best of all presents
Is the family presence.