If, on a winter’s night, you happened to, stumble across, that little girl with the matchsticks, please, please, PLEASE, don’t ignore her, because as you do, you are, one of the culprits that caused her “murder” (more like negligent manslaughter!!!)…
If, on a winter’s night, you happen to, walk home in the darkness of the cold and someone started shadowing you, don’t just run off, because, maybe, just MAYBE, the individual just needed, something from you, or, you’d, dropped something a little way back, and s/he just, picked it up, and chased after you, to give it back to you.
like this??? Not my photograph…
If, on a winter’s night, a lot can happen, an abandoned child can freeze to death, while the better lucked children are, surrounded by their loved ones, around a tree, checking for the presents.
If, on a winter’s night, she’d, crossed you mind, wipe her away, because, you are, visited, by your own, ghosts of, Christmases pasts. If, on a winter’s night, but there’s, NO more winter’s night, with the hot cacao, candy canes, marsh mellows, or snowmen………
looked calm enough, doesn’t it??? not my picture…
Life, the Obstacle Course 