I am going to be a stick in the mud and refuse the Christmas prompt (they were all pretty boring anyway) and do a flashback to a previous prompt.
The rose of sherons are blooming, their bright splashes accross the landscape, a final wave to the brightness of flowers. Summer is not ready to quit, his heat comes flashing back daily, but the winter with her chill winds is slowly wearing him down, nagging that its now her turn. She makes a mess, turns the vibrant greens and colors all brown and dull, then scatters them about the ground. Soft warm carpets of grass become brown brittle and crunchy, like a withered corpse. Warm whispering treetops become bare skeletons, sickly and dead limbs pleading the sky to bring back the wamrth. The early mornings show the evidence of her icey heart everywhere. No blade of grass is spared her cold glass, and you walk on broken glass under cold eyes. Her shrill voice screams past the windows, making everything rattle and shiver. The Chimney swifts vanish, the robins and mockingbirds the only remains of trees full of songbirds. The canada geese fly their V overhead, calling to everyone they pass their warning: She is coming. The summers sunny warmth still protects from the worst, comforts your back, melting the ice, but how long can he hold his own against her frosty demands? Some days it seems she now owns the world forever, ice and chill worming into your very bones, but the very next day summer will kick her to the curb, his heat making the birds pant and the garden tempt. Over the days the winter slowly begins to win this back and forth, but summer still pops his head in occasionally, to warm the heart, comfort you that he is still coming, and remind that he will kick her out when her time is done. It is OK, she will only rule for a moment, then life shall return. So rest and sleep, dream of green and heat, for the cold winter will not hurt you in your soft warm bed. Soon enough, in His time, it will be time for early mornings, late nights, and no sleep at all as the summer and his heat made the trees bloom, garden grow and animals run.
