No snow here – thank you Dave for sharing yours, and the beautiful poem. It chimed with my early-Christmas-morning dream:

Herod is long gone
but his work goes on

innocents
are in short supply

bystanders
women and children

all have surrendered
to the winter-naked

trees that brindle
snowfall’s purity

the right of righteous
indignation

penitents
on the pilgrim path

we carry our victims
into the forest

and leave our barefoot
prints across the snow