i look out of my window
on this crisp beautiful morn
a red breasted robin is singing
there is snow on my lawn .
.
over the boundary
a strange thing i see
a single set of footprints
but no one visits me .
.
i don my dressing gown
and outside i call
following the footprints
to my boundary wall .
.
where the footprints have ended
a snowman now stands
not another trace of humanity
anywhere on my land .
.
i shrug my shoulders
and his scarfe i adjust
his warm smile reassures me
it is ok to trust .
.
hugging my snowman
a lonely yorkshireman cries
the salted tears of loneliness
flow from my eyes .
.
i do have a true love
but she can't be here
your presence dear snowman
will help keep her near .
.
a pebble at my window
is my christmas morning alarm
my magical snowman
has my true love in his arms .
.
this is the most beautiful christmas
that i've ever known
and if you believe in the magic of snowmen
you will never be alone .
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