Grateful for the day that swept upon me in its wintry ways,
grateful for the day,
grateful to see the snowflakes again,
grateful for the words that you say,
amidst the snowflakes that bring a smile to my face,
amidst the coldness,
and the icy wind that blows,
grateful for your company,
as we trudge through the snow upon the ground,
and past the branches of the trees,
with the weight of the snow hanging down,
grateful to be out on the town headed for the nearest bar,
grateful to be soon warmed up,
and discussing the world with you my friend,
grateful to be laughing with you again,
for you only rarely visit,
and not much when the winter comes,
and how well you look my friend in the winter sun,
in the winter sun and with a few drinks inside us,
there is nothing that we will not discuss,
for your wisdom is as the day is long,
and you,
you with your stories to tell,
how beautifully you tell them,
and how beautifully you express yourself,
and how I smile,
when I envision all the places that you have been,
and all the characters that you have met,
and that you have seen,
and what a joy it is to have you here again my friend,
and how we will laugh,
and stumble around until the evenings end,
until the evenings end after drinking our fill,
and celebrating your journeys and our lives,
and how glad I am you are here to bring such cheer,
and I hope you stay for a week or two longer,
because life is not the same without you,
and we have all day,
so, let us drink to wisdom and friends,
and laugh till the end,
and laugh our cares away.
