• The snow begins to fall,
    it melts like kisses on my rosy warm cheeks.
    The clouds are ridged and look rather meek.
    The sun tries to poke its bright arms through,
    but with sorrow he can't seem to do.
    The children's laughter echos for miles,
    until the head in and there are disappearing smiles.
    Eager returns with one final swoop,
    when Santa Claus is on the roof.
    Dasher and Dancer don't make a sound,
    but the children's soft breathing is surly found.
    When they awake Christmas Day,
    the scream Hooray!
    The day is then done,
    everyone won.
    That's what a winter day can do.