there's something magical,
wondrous and new
all around me in clear view.
there's something calling me
whispering for me to come and see.
a wonderland of possibilities
both from long ago when i was
young and free.
to explore
to discover
to pretend
to play.
oh what amazing possibilities
awaited for me.
just a winter wonderland
and dreams to be made
through the magical world
and eyes of a child
and it's through these eyes
that i can see the winter magic
come alive for me today
just as real as it was long ago
when i was fast at play 
~ poem "Magical Eyes of a Child" by Michael Traveler, author/poem
