Children mingling, fingers tingling,
Snow is falling, on the ground
Children grumbling, children stumbling
Limbs sprawling all around,
Girls screaming, boys scheming
How to beat them down the hill,
Will girls just prattle, or do battle?
And enjoy the speeding thrill
Eyes a popping, hearts a stopping,
Belly flopping down the hill,
Sledge is jittery, all a skittery,
Hair all glittery, in the chill.
Cheeks take a battering, teeth are chattering,
Noses dribbling down at the line,
Much celebrating from bodies aching
Then, it's back up to the skyline.
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