Christmas Past

It's time to sing to dance a snowflake -

fake or real. What's the deal?

I remember cutting paper snowflakes

for the classroom windows in the

white wooden schoolhouse I attended

as a child,

the smell of wet mittens around the hot

potbellied stove in the center of the

classroom near the entrance, where we

hung our coats and left our overshoes dripping

with the melting snow.

Swish, swish, swish

in our snowsuits we went walking to the desk

and chair.

Excitement in the air!

I brought my RCA Victrola and Christmas

45s to play for the party later in the day.

12/24/09