If you had asked her a month ago
I dare say she would have had a list
But now she’s down to one big wish
All she wants for Christmas is snow
She’s tried her best to bring it on
Singing ‘let it snow, let it snow’
But the ground remains bare and cold
A few dry leaves garnish the lawn
She’s almost down to one hand, you know
Of finger-counting sleeps
But with unwavering faith of a child she keeps
Dreaming and hoping and praying for snow
© Janet Martin
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