Sunshine Snow Envy

I live in Southern California

where the snow is mainly plastic

found in globes,

see it on postcards,

use lots of ice in my drinks

to sympathize with blizzard victims.

 

But we are prepared to bear the freeze

when the temperature dips to fifty degrees,

 

might be sweating underneath,

still that winter fashion cries out to be worn.

 

Then toast to the near chill

with a round of egg nog

in front of a fake fireplace

and the electric lit up logs,

sing I’m dreaming of White Christmas,

while pretending we really wished

that landscape outside was icy ivory

instead of browns and greens.

 

However we will root for the heater addicts

among the places where its below zero outside,

we’re with you all the way,

just before we decide

if eating ice cream

is truly showing enough emotional support

for those December lands of human popsicles.