Waiting For Olaf Poem by Methmi Mandara

When I was three or four
I asked my mom whether snowflakes are true
Hearing they are not to us
My heart sank in deep sorrow dust


I see on TV snow falls on land
I also waited until I could stand
Waited for Christmas for Santa and snow
But only santa came and a wind blow


Dreaming to ice skate on an ice
With all friends hands together so nice
I wish I could meet a winter bear
Asking are you OK without a fear


I wish Olaf also with me
Giving warm hugs and laugh with me
I'll be Elsa or Anna indeed
Let's play down the winter street