White snow flakes falling from the sky,
on a Fall day how can this be? why?
The fresh cold air through the the blue great sky,
now it seems...that i could fly.
Everything covered in blankets of white,
everyone happy in great delight.
Not one children would have a fight.
Everyone in your sight,
will have fun tonight.
Everyone in a happy mood,
enjoying the warm food.
Waiting for the day of Christmas Eve
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