Snowman
By
C. Neuroticus Absolutus
Our snowman
knocked
Upon our door.
I asked him what
He’d done that
for.
“My feet are
cold,
I do implore
A lump of coal
And nothing more.”
His great belly,
Round like a keg,
Hid any sign
Of foot or leg.
Was this a ruse,
Played on the old,
To get their goat?
Maybe their gold?
A bit of coal
To warm his toes
Would melt him
down.
He’d come
unfroze!
“My dear good
sir,
I see your pain.
But give me time
And I’ll
explain.
“A fire will
warm you
Through and
through
But melt you down
And that won’t
do!
“I’ve come to
like
Seeing you
outside.
The sight of you
Fills me with
pride.
“The old top hat
Upon your head
Was once my Dad’s
And he’s now
dead.
“The scarf you
wear
My brother wore
Before he left
To die in war.
“The broom you
hold,
Scrub pail of
brass,
My mother used
Years ’fore she
passed.
“I’ve adorned
you with
Things near my
heart
My kids must learn
’Fore I depart.
“Things like
courage,
Grace and charity,
Faith, love, hope,
Generosity.
“But come into
my home
By the Yule log’s
light.
I can’t let you
suffer.
It’s really cold
tonight.”
We sat and talked
For hours on end
About good and
evil,
The hearts of men.
A happier snowman
I’ve never seen.
His constant smile
Dripped,
glistening.
I mopped and wrung
Him out with a
tear.
Maybe I’ll see
him
Again next year.
