After tantalizing me with
It snowed eight inches last night, creating
A winter wonderland
Which I might have admired three months ago, even
Buckled on my cross-country skis and
Flung myself across the meadow working up heat.
But today, weeks
After I put away my boots
Stored my wooly leggings and
Kicked my mittens under the bed
Today I am not happy to relive
A white Christmas
There’s no tree
And most important
Not one fucking gift.