You are like all <br />the dark shops of my childhood <br />where you enter <br />with the little tinkle of a bell <br /> <br />and the world blossoms <br />into a myriad of things colourful <br />to sell <br />stacked <br />in impossible & impeccable <br />order. <br /> <br />All yelling <br />shining <br />glinting <br />wild & glassy. <br />And the cash register singing <br />with the hard earned money <br />and the little tinkle of a bell <br />lets you out again <br /> <br />into a world <br />excited with the falling of snow <br />& the palpable approach <br />of a Christmas when Christmas was Christmas <br />and the world <br />was as simple as snow.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-world-was-as-simple-as-snow/
