A snowy Christmas postcard town
Old-fashioned street lamps
like lights from the future
illuminate powdery footsteps from the past.
Carolers sing outside houses
where people aren’t afraid to open doors.
They drink real hot chocolate
Afterwards by a fire’s cozy glow.
A couple clutch mittened hands
as they walk to the picture show.
The guy is eager to be caught
under his gal’s mistletoe.
On Sunday afternoons,
skaters glide around the ice rink
after morning services
at the village church.
Neighborhood boys clear widows’ walks
shoveling the pure snow
like scoops of vanilla ice cream.
A row of gingerbread cookies is displayed
in the baker’s window
five cents a dozen.
Today, they cost a dollar each.
Even twelve-year-olds still believe in Santa Claus,
but making babies is still a mystery.