Days go by
in grey hue
and cold shivers.

Not even
a vague moon
silhouettes
in the sky.

A dog barks
far
far away
when the snow
gets crispy
and the haze of mist
covers the land.

When the smell of diner
warms the house
and dad's footsteps
are just minutes away,
when dust is trapped
between day and night,

then the boy
lights the candle.
Mom says:
"For Santa,
to guide his way.