The thing I’m thinking about isn’t a thing at all.
It’s stature is not so big, so great, or so tall.
It’s more than that; it’s special to me.
It makes me shiver with excitement, with joy, and withÂ glee.
It creeps along until there’s no denying it’s presence.
It comes and breaks way, no matter the interference.
It’s cold to the touch yet warms my heart.
It has the ability to seperate, to frustrate, to hinderÂ and thwart.
It’s the seasoning on top of the cake undeniably for some.
The way to end a year and to celebrate when it begun.