Through the Kitchen Window

The whole house looks like the ending scene
Of a Hallmark Christmas movie
The snow covering the roof in a perfect
Sheet of frosting
The only white against the night sky
The kitchen lights flicked on
And suddenly, as I walk past
There they are
They animate themselves as if
I have triggered their movement
By walking by, like one of those dolls
In the toy store aisles
She's cutting something, looking back
At the skinny boy next to her
He says something, something
I cannot hear
My headphones aren't working
And the animation plays without sound
She laughs, a mute giggle
Who are these young people?
With nothing to worry about
Except if dinner will be burnt
And if there will be enough snow
To cancel school tomorrow
There must be more to them
More worries that are not shown to me
Bubbling underneath their smooth skin
But for me, they remain in their happy ending
As the camera fades to black.