Seven days of clear and sunny skies
December's wrath was bottled up in glass
before our childrens' visions came to pass
of cunningly constructed Christmas lies
to please their young and naive little eyes
With presents bought when fields were thick with grass
and queues were borne amongst the middle class
on backs made tense by thoughts of toddlers' cries
When all was purchased, wrapped and left pristine
we asked for little more than drifts of snow
to make complete our perfect winter scene
That sprung from hazy thoughts of long ago
Instead we yearn for lemonade to drink
With spring much closer than we'd thought to think
Thanks to demeter for the e2verse challenge.