Summer Days have gone away
Time for rain or snow
Cold chill ran up my spine
Time for fire in the place
And Currling up by your love
It could be a boy or girl
But what about a good book?
Then out in the snow
Children play
Only to be chilled and cold
And wanting Hot Chocolate as they come in
To watch the holiday show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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