Christmas has a secret, once told to me by an elf <br />who wasn’t much good at keeping secrets <br />- he couldn’t keep it to himself <br /> <br />On Christmas Eve every year, or so the story goes <br />the air is filled with an icy calm and Jack Frost bites your nose <br />There’s a magic in the air as every snowman and his wife <br />twitches their carrot noses and merrily springs to life <br /> <br />First there is the greeting as each snowman says ‘hello.’ <br />With their brothers and their sisters, they form a circle in the snow <br /> <br />Swaying in the moonlight, singing carols too <br />every snowman loves Christmas, just like me and you <br />the snowmen lift their hats then they glide across the snow <br />dancing round in circles, swaying to and frow <br /> <br />The stars are shining brightly, they twinkle in the sky <br />all the snowmen zoom into the air - who needs wings to fly? <br />not the snowmen thats for sure, Christmas magic is the key <br />for one night only on Christmas eve the Snowmen will be free <br /> <br />Free to fly all over the world, visiting all their friends <br />as each and every snowman, hopes the magic never ends <br />but before too long a new day is dawning <br />and alas its Christmas morning <br />the icicles melt right through to the core <br />what’s left of the snowmen’s in a pile on the floor <br />snowmans hat and his carrot nose, buttons made of coal <br />the only snowmen still ‘alive’ are the ones left in the North Pole!<br /><br />Janice Walkden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snowman-secret/
