by Elizabeth Wrobel
When snow falls,
The winter calls.
Time for snowmen to be built,
Time for sledding down the hill,
Making angels in the snow,
Making white fluffy balls to throw.
Then by the end of the day,
As the light begins to slip away,
The day becomes darker and the wind colder too,
You think of the hot chocolate waiting at home for you.
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