Winter marches to her own beat
Sings her own special song
Every bit as sweet as the other three seasons
There is the anticipation of snow
Will Christmas be white?
Not all will be praying for a world in white
With last years sleds in cupboards under stairs
Children watch and wait with snowmen in mind
They stand at windows, hot breath misting the glass
Rain keeps falling, no hope of snow
It is at times like these you can see
The whole universe in a raindrop
Hope falls with every snowflake
When it finally arrives
Warm coats, woollen mittens, and children
Outside before you can say no
They make a snowman and Christmas
Angels lay their wings down
Late that night, with snow still falling
The snow angels will have taken flight…
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