Poem: "December" by Aileen Fischer

I like days

with a snow-white collar, 

and nights when the moon 

is a silver dollar; 

and hills are filled 

with eiderdown stuffing,

and your breath makes smoke 

like an engine puffing.

I like days 

when feathers are snowing, 

and all the eaves 

have petticoats showing; 

and the air is cold, 

and the wires are humming, 

but you feel all warm … 

with Christmas coming!