GAYLE ANNE GOFF

Rookie (12 15 51 / MISHAWAKA-SOUTH BEND HOME OF NOTRE DAME AND SAINT MARY'S)

JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE


Another Winter is upon us now.
Jack Frost is here to nip at your
nose.
The snow is here with
its own kind of magic.

The snow today, is just right
Not to fluffy, and not too wet.
Just right for the first snowman
of the season

We'll roll our first ball, so
big.and pat it smooth.
It has to be real big.
It has to be a two person
ball. To be just right.

The next ball rolled, its a bit
smaller.
The final one no bigger
than your own head.
that one real smooth.

We'll take grandpas old
red scarf, and wrap around
Frosty neck.

We'll use grandmas old
black coat buttons. for
eyes and a nose.
And a mouth made out of coal.

Dad has an old New Years
black top hat.
Two limbs for arms.
And my old blue mittens
for his hands

Each kid thinks his snowman
is the best.

Its taken a whole afternoon
to make.
And only a wink of an eye
to turn to a puddle.

Thats what making a snowman
is all about.
Its the memories you make
and treasure for years to come.




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Submitted: Friday, November 14, 2008
Edited: Monday, December 15, 2008
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