• It makes me want to laugh,
    the way I stare at the screen
    every day reading little poems about summertime,
    and wishing they would come true.
    Which doesn't exactly make sense
    when you turn around to look out a smeared glass window
    and see snow falling on a day where there is no school
    and many phone calls from friends who don't know what day of the week it is.
    When you do manage to check the school website,
    it still says it's a snow day,
    so go drink drink your jolly hot chocolate and forget about your math homework.
    So what?
    Maybe it didn't say that,
    but that is how it translates to a young student who is seven days from Christmas.