Frost rich in the cold
    another change in season
    shifts acoss the lake 
    snow deep in pattered language
    draped across early Christmas Morn
    atomised in shackled light

    Another year looking over the fences
    callng out across the heavens
    decoding the landscape in celberation
    carving ice fillgres on the lake 
    reliving Christmas with a huge smile
    everytime we look there again

    Punctuating the air with laughter
    dissolving our fear with each stroke
    catching each other over and over
    from skimming in the lake and the sky
    to trying to catch Father Christmas
    before he even begins in our dreams.