'tis a new year

What better way to spend it
than the slopes
in frigid air
exhaling clouds
bindings ache
but at a certain point
in the late afternoon
that doesn't matter.
There is no fear
just us
and the mountain
flying by
a mad rush
exhilaration
as the space between
us and the bottom
closes up.
We have cinnamon fried
chicken,
then drive through
the night,
making our one
stop at a farm,
watch the light show,
lit-up candy canes,
Christmas trees,
nativity scenes,
we drive through
glowing arches
and are
once again
enveloped
by the music
as the dragon-eyed
moon sees us
the way to home.