On our gingerbread village
Snow-covered trees become
Pretzels dipped in white chocolate
As fog clings to crispy branches
Lining all the houses
Sweeten even the harshest of blizzards
That threaten to tip
The marshmallow-melted snowmen
Whose grins have warped like licorice
Winter,
Sweet candy cane winter,
Teasing us to take a bite
But gingerbread isn't always pleasing
And your claws can be
Sharp
Like dried frosting.
