There's frost resting on the window
And thankfully I've been sleeping in
So I miss the daunting task
Of scraping my car's windshield
Before having to leave my home
To get to where I may have to go.
The thoughtful sun clears the ice for me
And the lack of snow reminds me that
It doesn't feel like the holidays—
I haven't felt the seasonal magic in
Many years, so I guess it doesn't
Matter—as long as my windshield is clear,
And I don't care if my apartment window
Is decorated with the frost from the
Chilling December night.
As long as I don't have to decorate,
I'm fine with whatever.