Morning dawns
Fresh new snow
Excited children shout
Plans are made
Boots are found
Tumbled all about
Breath clouds
Crisp air
Sledding with a cheer
Red noses
Snowmen
Grins from ear to ear
Forts built
Balls thrown
Laughter echoes ‘round
Angels made
Views revered
The sun is going down
Steaming chocolate
Crackling fire
Warming fingers and toes
Closing eyes
Nodding heads
The day is at a close
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