WHITE SNOW OF EUROPE

Sounds so romantic

Doesn't it?

But the birds have disappeared

Where did they go?

In hiding perhaps

And took their songs with them

Who is going to listen to them?

It's too cold and chaotic...

But Chaos can't be romantic

And the birds and their songs are pretty romantic

The birds are always searching for other songs and other birds

And the snow keeps them away from each other

The snow turns into something called, "slush."

Have you ever heard of it?

And the sleet?

And the motorist's stuck in traffic for days

"Holiday traffic." it's called

Its un-believable how much tension and disturbances

The good things bring...

People stuck in tunnels for twenty four hours...

Without food, water and air...

The claustrophobia and the terror

Of others all stuck together...Strangers, children. old people...

People should never leave their homes

Especially near holidays

People are not birds

That they can just fly away...

And be free...

Singing happy and sad songs of love and separation

No they are not birds...

They are human

And the human beings are stuck...

Stuck and stuck...

Stuck in traffic, stuck in snow, stuck in the tunnel...

Stuck in life...

Humans are stuck with their choices, good and bad...

Just to have fun on a holiday, they can end up in a tunnel...

Can some one be blamed for it?

God? Weather? Rain? Snow? Mud? Or the might leaders?

Holidays perhaps

Yes, we should all blame the holidays

And our search for fun...

Just the anticipation of the fun one was going to have on holidays...

For the sake of fun, just for the sake of fun...

Now we sing sad songs of remorse and unhappiness...

We wish we never made those choices, the choices to have fun...

We would all be sitting in our own homes next to the fire drinking coco...

Well some of us...Perhaps...some of us who had fire places and left them for the white snow

of Europe...