wistful christmas wishes

I want the smell of pine trees and musty old barns
Pretty ribbons to tempt my fingers to tie them
A wreath, incomplete, held in place by the hands
Of a forested friend

I want snow in the grass
That is still green, but stunted by the cold
Reminding that the winter's not forever
That someday we'll have different sorts of weather

I want winds frozen by Hell's Gates
I want mountains, Gandalf, mountains
And a snowy, ill-timed hike
With an itchy hat

My snowboots are in hiding
My long underwear's residing
In a cold garage, alone.
They're staying chilled this winter
but they're clamoring for home.