The Winter Dove


As white as the purest white
Lighter than a feather
Brighter than the first gleam of dawn

Spread your wings and fly

As peaceful as a white Christmas morn
As pleasant as a cheerful group of singing children
As lovely as ones first kiss

Soar with that very joy beneath your wings

Your presence brings joy to my dread
Your special time of the year
I wish for it every year to come sooner

Your pleasantries, the sooner the better

The first sign of your presence is finally here
The first chill in the air
The first crystal falling from the sky

It has begun

The crystal becomes flakes
The cool chill becomes a tingling breeze
Pure joy, everywhere to be found

Your presence is felt by everyone!

Your time with us is always cherished
The joy in which you give is never forgotten
Thank you always for what you do

The winter dove

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