Icing-sugar snow falls thickly from the sky,
Giving London a fresh coat of brilliant white.
Perfectly formed crystals are crushed underfoot,
As people traipse around for last minute gifts.
Traditional Christmas scenes are brought vividly to life,
With snow-capped post boxes and dimly lit lanterns.
Stands out like the cherry on an iced fairy cake.
Side streets are turned into ready-made rinks,
That shimmer like an over-glittered Christmas card,
While the main roads become mud baths;
Churned up into a chocolatey-coloured slush.
In Holland Park, the playing field is inhabited
That scurry about in self-made blizzards.
Deeper in, the snow falls softly, silently;
And but for some far-off squeals, it’s still and serene.
Pine trees are piled thick with fallen flakes,
A brave duck swims in a partially frozen pond.
It really is like walking in a winter wonderland.