Snowglobe

Glitter falling serenly.
Light filtering through the water,
but we aren't drowning.
We're smiling in a winter wonderland.
Watching life go by,
and we wonder why.
We are inside this globe in a peaceful place.
While joy and choas outside coincide,
but in here we are safe swimming in our peaceful tide.
We watch the holiday pass with a blur.
Not moving just smiling.
Until one day the green tree is taken down.
Our smiles turn to frowns.
We watch the clean up occur.
Until our globe is picked up.
We are shaken around,
picked up one last time.
Then we are placed in a dark box
the box we'll be in until next year's holiday.
Until then we can swim and play,
while waiting for the eventful day
when we will be the center of attention once again.