December Scene

I glimpse the snow drift down
illumined in the light of a streetlamp
while everyone sleeps on a cold december eve
realizing that this scene is like the mortar
which holds together precious moments;
the ones which are supposed
to make us believe once more
in the dreams of childhood.
It is like a scene from a fairy tale
and although I may want to believe once more
my heart has run out of the magic
which it was supposed to sense back then.
And alas here in this moment,
standing beside the Christmas tree
I feel it grow colder still.