Status: Being written.
Blue Christmas.
Dear my snow angel,
This is the first snow fall without you and your excited laugh. You're not grabbing my hand and pulling me out into the back yard, throwing your self on the ground and rolling around like a child at heart. You're not kissing my nose, with your icy lips, or throwing a hand full of snow at my face and running deeper into the yard. You're not here to keep me warm or to open my present, a wide smile sweeping over your beautiful face. You're not here to kiss under the mistletoe, or help Sara bake cookies for Santa.
I miss you, and so do the snowflakes, along with the snowman in the front lawn. Without you my christmas season lacks red and green, and is full of blue.
Yours truly,
Jack Frost.
This is the first snow fall without you and your excited laugh. You're not grabbing my hand and pulling me out into the back yard, throwing your self on the ground and rolling around like a child at heart. You're not kissing my nose, with your icy lips, or throwing a hand full of snow at my face and running deeper into the yard. You're not here to keep me warm or to open my present, a wide smile sweeping over your beautiful face. You're not here to kiss under the mistletoe, or help Sara bake cookies for Santa.
I miss you, and so do the snowflakes, along with the snowman in the front lawn. Without you my christmas season lacks red and green, and is full of blue.
Yours truly,
Jack Frost.