The crystals of white,
Circle down from the dark sky of night.
Each flake equivalent to the beauty of a springtime flower
Brings with it a new sense of pristine, perfect power.
Stunning and colorless rainbows
Of all shades of whites goes
Swirling through the midnight air
With not even one single care.
Then the bright puffs touch down to the ground
And in the morning it is bound
To cover the earth with a blanket of snow.
And not one single child does know
How this fantastic playground has come to be
Or what new adventures, during the day, they might see.
When they bound through the pillows,
And climb through the billows,
It is the happiest of days
Because every child goes out and plays.
Some people by the fire will sit,
Wearing a wonderful sweater a dear one has knit.
As I sip hot chocolate I pick up a book,
And then, settle into a comfortable nook.
The stresses of life, for just one day, take their leave,
When in the morning you put your arm in your sleeve,
You hear the phone ring for a snow day,
Then all the children scream “hurray!”
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