A blanket of snow had fallen
Overnight
The world is a freshly baked 
Cake dusted with
The powdered sugar 
Of December peace

Our tall chimney has  
Turned into a steaming cup 
of hot cocoa
A table is set 
For a grand holiday
Brunch

Warm breaths and 
Warmer words fill the air
Snow continues to fall
As deep footprints draw 
A blurry line between 
Morning and afternoon

The world is at peace
With itself 
And December takes
Lazy, long steps 
In the snow 
Leaving footprints
In the city
On a sleepy Sunday
A few days before
Christmas