Christmas/Winter Haiku

Sunset upon snow;
an infant’s eye grows sleepy.
With laughter, it will awake.

Snowflakes, snowflakes, snow
flakes falling. Winter gives me
a book of Haiku.

Present wrapped in white
and tied with black silk ribbon.
Bright Springtime, I hope.

White clouds in blue skies,
I dream of walking on you
and then Christmas comes.

What does the tree mean
with all the gifts underneath?
Look up at the stars.

Advent calendar?
Bah! I open my curtains;
a virgin gives birth.

Flower petals and
blossoms do go to heaven.
Winter Sunset's proof.

Bare trees will bring us
pretty blossoms and sweet fruit.
Reindeers fly through time.