Snowy Day

"Mommy. Dad. Come quickly!" shout the twins.
«Ungh-huh,» grunts my spouse as she rolls in.
«Is it morning here already?»

"It's snowing. It's snowing!" giggle Sarajane and Lee.
"Look at the lawn. Look, daddy, at the tree."
«Ummm, yeah, it's still falling steady.»

The twins are bundled, playing in the snow.
Deb and I wonder how long it will blow?
Holding hands, «yes, it's pretty.»

Traffic and work can beckon in vain.
Now it's just us and the snow and the twain
Here in the silent white city.

Inspired at a reading by Peter Leavitt. An innocent remark, really, but enough to goad my imagination to deliver this tight little work of fiction and truth. By the way, my real wife is Terri, and our kids are Troy, 28, and Hannah, 25.

Update: This is even more appropriate since a week ago we had 18 inches of snow on our apartment balcony. That's more than Seattle gets in 10 years. It came, and came, and came, until Hannah said "Mom, I'll never wish for a white Christmas ever again."

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