I remember the

Snow Globe,

A world so

Small yet vast

In wonder, 

 

I remember the 

Blizzards that 

Kept us in the

Dark Cabin,

 

Where the angels

Flew in pools

Of Hot Cocoa

 

Yet the sweetness

Of the Hot Cocoa

Would sear my 

Tongue,

 

And I would

Make snow out

Of the cup

I forgot how

To hold,

 

And I would

Be frozen solid,

By the hands of

Righteous Jack 

Frost,

 

The closet being

A snow globe

With ice parents

Who taught me my 

Schooling,

 

And the crystal 

Raindrops would

Float from heaven

Above, 

 

As the tongue

That had been

Seared would

Welcome them,

Dreaming of their

Taste, 

 

And the Christmas

Lights would appear,

Singing, "Joy to the

World", as Jack

Frost would freeze

The door shut, 

 

For the light was

Too bright for

His ice scultpure

Eyes to not melt, 

 

So the cabin would

Remain darkened,

As we were fed 

Loads of candy,

Filling up our plates

 

Jack Frost, with

His icy heart

Melted two sizes,

Would permit me

To two gumdrops. 

 

As the gingerbread

Boys and girls were

Given a kingly

Feast, not knowing

When they'll be baked

In the oven

 

And they were

Free to skate on

The ice, and become

Famous hockey players, 

 

Whilst I dreamed 

Of the day where

I become a Sugar

Plum Fairy, 

 

Creating a whirlpool

Out of ice, controlling

The snow and making

Wonderous ice sculptures

With my frigid hands, 

And letting the snowflakes

Dance without blowing

Away, 

 

The crystal raindrops

Touching the tip of

Each creature's seared

Tongues, cooling them

From the scorching heat, 

 

Freezing Jack Frost

And turning the Gingerbread

People into the critters

I remember dancing

With

 

And one of the 

Gingerbread girls would

Hide behind a gingerbread

Mask, and when Jack

Frost stared into the fireplace,

Enamored by the fire,

 

She would reveal herself

To be an angel,

Snowing from above, raining

Down gumdrops

From her gingerbread pockets

 

And I would feast,

Satisfied, yet wishing

To rain down gumdrops

From my pockets, while

I'm gifted from her, 

A pair of ice skates,

Remembering my dream

Of being a Sugar Plum

Fairy.

 

And the dark cabin

Was illuminated by

Her halo fire,

As she held me by

The hand, 

 

With her graceful

Swan-like moves, 

Guiding my

Frozen wings

So that I could 

Fly,

 

Before Jack

Frost would realize

He's melting and

Turn off the fire

To look outside, 

 

And in my closet, 

I would quickly

Run back to,

With my ice parents

Telling me to 

"Hurry up!"

 

I would quickly 

Escape back home

Before the clock

Struck twelve, and 

He would find my

Glass slipper,

 

Locking me inside

A freezer without a

Coat, but the fire

From the Angel

And the hugs from

My ice parents

 

Would help me keep

Warmth, and I would

Remember the beauty

Of the snow globe,

 

The crystal raindrops

That pleaded for me

To eat, yet my 

Tongue was stuck on 

A pole,

 

The lights that

Sung of the

Shining stars in

The sky, yet my

Eyes were blinded

By darkness,

 

The pond that

Called me to

Dance of a Sugar 

Plum Fairy, yet my

Feet were broken

By crutches

 

As I look out

The window, 

Remembering 

The snow globes

I once danced in, 

 

Before the blizzard

Came in, and we 

Were forced to

Live in the dark

Cabin,

 

I remember the 

Stars I would

Float to, feeling

The sparkle of their

Warmth, as Betelguese

Would sing boldly,

 

Before Jack Frost,

With his blizzard breath

Would blow out the 

Bright candles

And nip off my hands

And feet, so that

I'd never fly again

 

I remember Hot Cocoa,

Before it seared my

Tongue, and I made snow

Out of the cup

 

Oh, the snow globe

How I remember the

Winter Wonderland,

Before Jack Frost,

With his greedy tongue

Nipped its nose

And swallowed it

Up!