When Fall is Frozen Over

I was reading some old facebook posts of friends and one line in a post caught my eye. My friend had written in early November about a trip to Old Man's Cave in Ohio - a popular place to visit. He wrote that he was thinking of going back "when fall is frozen over." So, I wrote the following poem.

When fall is frozen over and
The moon is slivered shut
When the tree is trimmed and ready
To gather presents underfoot
It's then I like to sit with you
In silence by the hearth
And reminisce about old friends
From whom we are apart
No visit from St. Nicholas
Or carol sung on high
Can warm my heart as surely as
Your words from time gone by
"It always snows for Christmas"
Still I laugh and don't believe, but
Fall is frozen over and
The moon is slivered shut