behind the scenes of
our winter
Kristen Kaniewski
there were endless days
days cast in a magical hue of constant twilight
days when we spent hour upon hour
heavily bundled in the wonderland our backyard
had become overnight
mountains of snow calling to us
we two transformed
now explorers of this arctic land
gathering icicles and training our sled dog
pulling the sleds heavy with treasures
fighting snow queens and monsters
there were long treks through the woods
finding the sledding hill steep with well worn snow
and mom shocked to discover our survival
there were damp mittens drying on heaters
small hands wrapped tightly around warm mugs of cocoa
eager with stories of our adventures
there were bedrooms transformed
now santa’s workshops filled with wrapping paper
and secrets shared
there were days filled with baking
dusted with flour and brown sugar
our tiny house transformed by oven warmth
and wafting wondrous smells
dog-eared recipes made year after year
stained cards written in grandma’s script
music of worn tapes streaming from the stereo
there were traditions and memories remembered
laughter and warm hearts
there were passings of loved ones
tears following fateful phone calls
grandparents and beloved family pets
losses incomprehensible
there were passings of traditions
from one generation to the next
stories and heirlooms
there were the days with a light indescribable
some quality beyond explanation
a crispness filled with hope
and expectations of wonders yet to be told
or discovered
there was magic
there were endless days
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