Snow

White crystals flutter all around;
An enchanting thing we call snow.
It gently sprinkles to the ground
And can be packed so nice and round;
A wonderful thing you can throw.

It's so blissful, fun, and jolly
Like walking in a Wonderland.
It adds some frost to the holly
And makes children act so folly.
But Oh, by golly, is it grand!

In it, snow angels you can make,
But some rather sit by the fire.
Chocolate s'mores is what they bake
While childen are tasting snowflakes
Playing & running 'til they tire.

Slowly, everyone settles in
For a cup of lush hot coca.
They all tell of where they have been,
Many don't know where to begin,
So they just sip some more mocha.