There is
no magic
in a hat
to cause
a freezing man
to come
to life. Hats
cannot warm
a head sitting
on frozen
shoulders out
where he has no arms
for work, a chest with no
heart to feel any happiness,
no home for him to enter.
He has no legs to walk in
from the cold. White Christmas
makes his body black in a lack of
hope. His only warmth is melting
in the spring and dying outside.
We see but don’t feed him.
Frosty
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