White blankets of snow to cover the land.
Icicle batons stick to wool mittened hands.
November succeeder, marks the end of the year.
Tobogganing runs that lead to good cheer.
Eggnog and cookies make a glorious snack.
Reindeer to carry the man with the pack.
Feeling the spirit for a very good reason, all these comprise my favorite season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem