Never a Christmas, without a duvet of snow,
Draped over all the grass, rocks, rivers, and trees.
I don’t mind, sitting here, watching my younglings grow,
The simple life, without cosmopolitan drama, full of peace.
No sign of the blood-thirsty necromantic narcissistic cannibals,
Just a towering snowman that could crush a wooly mammoth.
No attention deficit disorder of urban crowds to dance for,
Just me, my posse, and the smile of my glorious dog, Judd Jr.
Only concerns, worth biding, are how much water to pour
On top of each massive block of snow, packed to the core.
What a sight to see in this monumental majestic metropolis!
No need to compare to the neighbors that don’t exist.

Simon Havok traveled the world during his time in the US Air Force. He has previously been published in the Air Force Time, Literary Yard, and Scarlet Leaf Review. In 2019, Havok finished his first autobiographical book of poetry entitled ‘Through The Eye & Mind of A Frail Vessel’. When not writing, he enjoys raising his four amazing sons.