Each year, in the lead up to Christmas, I write a poem about the season. It’s become a meaningful part of my writing life year over year.
This year I wrote the poem in the midst of an epic snow storm, that fell upon us in south western Ontario. Shutting down schools, closing highways, and burying our world in white.
I’m am…
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