The Winter King

22 Dec
Far North he lives
Where the Artic wind blows
In a castle of ice
Hidden by the blowing snow

His skin 
Polished alabaster
His hair and beard
White silken strands

His teeth
Polished as pearls
His eyes 
The blue of a clear winter sky

His face
is long and angular
Tall in body
And long in finger

Alone is he
But not lonely
Friends from the sea
And the tundra has he only

With his magic
Snow he sends
Blizzards that can be tragic
Or just heavy enough 
For snowball fights between friends

For a single season each year
The world he rules with just cause
For world peace for at least a day
Some even call him Santa Claus
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