by Gregg Rowe
Yesterday I skied down the hills of Mont Tremblant
On a old wooden pair that was owned by Grandpa
Later in the evening we took a sleigh ride drawn by horses
As snowflakes swirled in the crystalline air
Under the evening stars we kissed to the moon
Dreams that we shared while we drank eggnog
Warmed our bodies close to the log fire
Innocence recaptured as we cuddled one another
Colourful lights twinkled in your eyes
Reflection of hope suddenly became alive
Peace on earth, joy to the world
Are phrases now that are overused
I want to go back to my boyhood days
When I was uneducated in the world's ways
Where in the morning I would arise
Jump outside and play snow angels
Go back to a time where warmth enveloped me
And presents were wrapped in glittering paper
Where Mother smiled her caring self
And Father was sitting enjoying his cigar
Where the pup was yelping and sis was stealing the popcorn
And bro was exchanging the tags on the gifts
Where relatives showed up and grandma planted a wet kiss
And grandpa gave me my first set of skis
Four decades later I have seen the world
Cried and disillusioned over the state of affairs
But today it is possible to feel what it was worth
By kissing the moon and returning to boyhood.
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