Every year on December 25, I sleep till 8:00 am

I look outside my window, and I spy upon the immaculate crystal 

Soft strikes of snow as it balances onto the ground.

I go downstairs and watch the news with a smile on my face. . .

A foot of snow has already fallen!

I go and grab a shovel and help my family shovel the consequences of the snowfall.

Then, I ask my brother and ask him if he wants to play outside,

He said he’ll be out in 3 hours because he has homework.

So I wait and have a snowball fight against my brother, but he wins as always

As night falls, I glance at the footprints left on the snow, 

It’s many,

Before I read and go to bed.

I don’t see the things associated with the 25th and other days, too

I don’t see any of those things…

But I am content with the life I have. That makes me happy.

If I were to open the presents and life is painted in green, I would be saddened,

Because it would be against the standards, I have built myself upon.