“It’s made out of snow, but has a nose and a bow, or a scarf, guess depending on the person having made the snowman up. Freezing cold outside, alas, never too cold for the bold snowman, standing there, in the yard.” Gun Roswell
Frosty the Snowman
Delivering the ultimate plan
For the holiday fan
From here to Milan
Doing the holiday can-can
Just because, he can
“Those mythical figures adorning our homes and perhaps lives, saviours and even spies? Alas, looking rather nice, at least, when staying on them shelves or wherever else they just might dwell.” Gun Roswell
Angels and elves,
Where do they dwell?
Filling the shelves perhaps
Putting on spells on us
Ringing the holiday bells maybe
Letting us know not to be lated
Of the seasonal celebrations
And so,
All is now well again
“Oh Xmas time, oh Xmas time… yeah, so, tis the season after all, so let’s try to have some kind of a ball? Even if some of us might not just subscribe to the general idea of the celebratory time. But yeah, totes put up a tree and some lights, as they do look, kinda nice!” Gun Roswell
The jolly Saint Nick
For some, Father Christmas
To others, Santa Claus
Call him what you will
You will always get your fill
Of happy thoughts and enjoyment
And possibly a nice payment
On Christmas Eve or Day wherever in the world you play
If you only believe
“It was the day before the real xmas, or at least, in some countries it is so, at least” Gun Roswell
Up here, in the North, we celebrate this seasonal holiday, this Xmas time without much of a ball
Even if the trees might have some, but we, us northern dwellers, prefer not to have too much fun
As peace and quiet, are the key words, so not to cause any kinds of riots
When Santa Claus or Father Xmas or Kris Kringle or whichever way you prefer this character of sorts to call
As this one single dude, who will bring us, well not food, but at least some not really needed stuff
And hey, that all should be quite enough, for this time of the year
When we all are mostly gathered together, in a sort of a celebration, without too much fear?
“There is always time for coffee, morning, noon, day or night time, it’s all just fine, if you really enjoy the dark liquid kind and to have a cup of it, when you see fit, but most of all, during the cold times of Winter!” Gun Roswell
There is always room for coffee, in the stomach, someone said, even if it was some other time a clock, usually not associated with the fine sustenance of a dark liquid, but if one was prepared, for the full effect of the stuff, then drinking a cup or two, would suit, no matter the hour, as long as the face did not go sour, simply because the lack of coffee, was ever present, so, better satisfy the urge and have that drink of it, the coffee, in a cup, or a mug or even jug it directly from the pot!
Because believe it or not, those rules and regulations for sleeping and consumables, was most likely created by someone who hated the stuff, both coffee and well, food and perhaps even people, as all of us, are mostly individuals and so, enjoying the good stuff, coffee, does not have to be at any given hour, even midnight will do simply fine.
“It’s just like riding a bike! Guess it is just that! Only this time around, it’s done in the freshly fallen snow!” Gun Roswell
The several bikes under the tree taking cover from the winter’s deep and tormenting lash of snow, but that is just what it looks like from far away, as these bikes are here to stay, and even totally slay the snows of the winter, never ever fearing the weather, as they have been permanently tethered to this land of cold by their very riders so bold.
So for now, riding along, no matter spring, summer, fall or winter, these bikes and their riders are fierce and do not mind a challenge, not even something bad or ominous foretold. As they take their two wheelers out there, in the open air, peddling gingerly away, as they are not the ones long in one place to stay. And so, no matter the heavy snow fall, the bikes and their bikers stand tall, against the weather gods.
Of course, the shovel is a necessary tool, when packing for the wintery cold, as digging out from the cover light sometimes, cannot be done by hand and well, that might be the only negative, or then it is the ice roads. Then again, spikes to the wheels and thinking of the snow pushing as a sport, the nothing can go wrong for these winter riders.
“Riding a bike in the snow can be a lot of fun, that is if you can find the bike under the snow first of all and then making sure it has all its needed wheels, otherwise it’s just time stalled!” Gun Roswell
In snow, not cotton
Buried, but not forgotten
Wheels, maybe slightly rotten
One even missing?
Never mind,
I will think of something
For riding my bike
There is no stopping!
“Riding a bike and in winter no less? Well, guess it takes all kinds, huh? The more shall we say, adventurous types?” Gun Roswell
Winter!
And so simply out of spite
I am riding my bike
Mostly enjoying the ride
Even down a very slippery
And extremely frozen slide!
“During winter, it usually snows, a lot and then, the temperatures vary, from frozen to sleet, so ice any one?” Gun Roswell
Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my little finger
Let out, a loud whimper
Oh, what a stinker,
Is this, snowy, frozen, but mostly slippery winter!
“The moon comes out no matter the time of the year, as it has no fear of the chaining times. Simpy be happy it’s out there, each night to shine ever so bright.” Gun Roswell
The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.
And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.
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