A poem about my childhood memory

I remember
aftr several days had passed
rough winds blowing so hard
cold as snowman, warm as fireplace
just a touch of sparkle

Now it's darkness
full of hope and expectations
something breaks the silence
mom's voice is so faint, just whispers
Where's the old man in red?

Socks and hairbands
perhaps he never existed
now it strikes me so hard
guess she couldn't find my letter
i wrote before this gloomy night