Gingerbread house

Gingerbread house, icing a La snow,
Cozy flashlight beckons guests.
Mentally in it'm hiding out on a lodging for the night,
In the childhood come back, the magic world of sweets.

Gently under a fabulous Christmas tree, warm.
Even the snow is soft cotton.
Bright flickers of the toys glass.
The world is bright, new-and I'm rich!

Quiet and solemn around the number
Smells, colors, miracles, moods,
Happinesses. I squint and look smoky.
Gingerbread houses aren't just cookies!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.