CHRISTMAS IN VERMONT 
© John Tabah

Christmas in Vermont brings a warm memory of snow.
On a neighborhood farm is a hill we lived below.
On this mountain base was a clearing we used to slide on our sleds
and a toboggan ride was a thrilling time on that Green Mountain Hill.

Sprinkled at a distance were colored dots dancing on the snow.
On the slope were brightly colored ski caps on children’s heads
that darted and bobbed as they slid down our Green Mountain Hill.
Winter is a beautiful season in Vermont with its wintry white snow.

I looked and saw my smiling childhood friend
pulling a toboggan up our steep mountain hill.
Excitedly, I begged for a ride down the slope
and volunteered to push and find the fastest track.

I showed him this morning's best riding track.
I got behind my friend and "pushed with excel"
and I slipped and I slid and I fell
and I rolled in the soft cold snow.

I smiled as the toboggan went down the slope.
It was moving very fast and staying on track.
I was so excited I did not notice the snow stuck to my back
until I felt the cold snow melting as it slid down my back

I watched my neighborhood friends walking back up the hill.
Huffing and puffing as they placed the toboggan back on the track.
Pushing hard and running fast, I gave a loud yell
As I jumped on the toboggan to ride down on that fast track

Thinking about my childhood in Vermont brings memories back
of swimming and fishing holes, sliding down our Green Mountain slope,
and of autumn colors from lookout rock made from God’s hands.
It was a time a child lived without terrorism and today‘s demands.

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