Wintertime Fair
The setting sun shimmers a silvery pink,
casting a glow on the ice-skating rink.
Skaters go ‘round, some wobbly, some steady.
Snowflakes float past like party confetti.
Shoppers choose gifts of candy and toys.
Giggles and jingle bells add to the noise.
Mountains of pretzels and apples for sale,
by a gingerbread cottage—follow the trail.
Parents sip cups of hot coffee or cider,
wrapping their woolly scarves tighter and tighter.
Donuts with sprinkles and cocoa with cream,
colored lights twinkle – a fairy tale dream.
Laughter and singing fill the town square.
So much to explore at the wintertime fair!
casting a glow on the ice-skating rink.
Skaters go ‘round, some wobbly, some steady.
Snowflakes float past like party confetti.
Shoppers choose gifts of candy and toys.
Giggles and jingle bells add to the noise.
Mountains of pretzels and apples for sale,
by a gingerbread cottage—follow the trail.
Parents sip cups of hot coffee or cider,
wrapping their woolly scarves tighter and tighter.
Donuts with sprinkles and cocoa with cream,
colored lights twinkle – a fairy tale dream.
Laughter and singing fill the town square.
So much to explore at the wintertime fair!
This poem is copyright (©) Mary E Cronin 2026
About the Writer
Mary E Cronin
Mary E. Cronin lives on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. Her books include Trucks, Boots, and Bells, a poetry collection set in a busy city firehouse, and Like a Mother Bear, a picture book biography of PFLAG founder Jeanne Manford. Mary’s poems have appeared in numerous children’s anthologies and in The New York Times. You can reach her at www.maryecronin.com.
