Crisp
and cold and purest white, Snowflakes fall through sleeping trees. dancing,
twinkling for our delight, swirling around in the wintry breeze.
Piled
up high on brush and vine, It's God's wondrous snow, oh how divine, A special
treat for us to see.
How it sparkles, how it shines, As you walk, hear
those footsteps crunch. Happy snowmen wink and say how fine, While children
play 'til time for lunch.
Winter is a special time or fun, Blustery winds
sculpture snow and ice Into magical sights 'neath frosty sun, 'Til spring appears,
ad warm breezes blow.
So much the winter season holds, Holidays, with turkey
and Santa too. To skate on ice, and I've been told, It's the happiest season,
so much to do.
