Each Christmas you dream of snow, of baubles
swathed in glittery paper, this year’s latest
novelty. You’ll soon
learn where the secrets are kept,
how to transform them
into baubles again. This alchemy
you give them, an enchantment
to keep them warm. They’re
dreaming of snow.
This poem came about thanks to this exercise by Jeannine Ouellette, where she encourages writers to follow the same constraints as in Thomas Lux's absolutely magnificent poem, "A Little Tooth."