My Winter Wonderland

I awake in a winter, cold sweat.

Cool morning air coasts over

my warm, insulated blanket.

A condensed vapor clings to

my bedroom window. The

dense fog of slumber still

swirls over my addled brain.

I stumble to the window, and

wipe the glossed pane, streaming

through the crystalline-coated

frame, a cropped, hazy line of

white shadows. As my grainy

lens come into focus, a bright

flash of powder blinds my

vision. Re-gaining my wits,

I close the shutter on my

dazed lens. The developed

portrait of a winter wonderland

glimmers on my back yard; a

confectionery of sweet, condensed

treats looms. Cotton candy swabs

flutter overhead, and Star flakes of

sugar float to the ground.

An egg white meringue coats

a frozen mud pie. Marshmallow

dollops cover the hollow cones

of my holly bushes. A layer of

Butter Cream frosting ices my

gingerbread limbs. Translucent

pop sickles dangle from my roof.

With visions of Sugar plums and

candy canes now dancing in my

head, I return to my warm bed,

and enfold the surrealistic portrait

into my holiday dreams.