You say the snow is a magical thing
Coming down from the heavens like magic
Before joining up together on the ground
And Father Christmas throws it all down
Just to complete the experience

Drifting your happiness across town
Whether by car or bus
In-between two places on Christmas Day
When another downpour
Leaves the pair of us laughing

Telling each other ironically
It could only happen to us
On the way to your mums
Almost like Father Christmas
Is giving us an extra present to take along.

NB. Latest in my annual series of short poems I write in Christmas Cards, my 20th this year.