Many times,
I have taken a look
out of my living room window.
Just a simple glance.
And what I keep seeing,
keep watching,
is the snow.
The white spots of
winter,
of cold,
that dot the sky.
I will watch them in awe and
go to sleep that night with
happy thoughts,
marvelous thoughts.
But then the next morning,
as I jump off my bed
and race to the glass,
watching my breath fog up
in front of me,
I see no white,
I see no crystals of ice.
Instead,
I see dull grass,
with leaves of brown
scattered around.
It isn't that the world around me is dull,
it is simply that I
love the white,
I love the cold,
the coziness of a blanket wrapped
around me,
the tastiness of the cocoa on my tongue.
But I see no snow.
I see no ice.
And it is now December,
the month of snow,
of cheers,
of songs,
of family.
So while I now watch more snow coat the ground,
I can only hope for one single thing.
Let's hope it stays!
I have taken a look
out of my living room window.
Just a simple glance.
And what I keep seeing,
keep watching,
is the snow.
The white spots of
winter,
of cold,
that dot the sky.
I will watch them in awe and
go to sleep that night with
happy thoughts,
marvelous thoughts.
But then the next morning,
as I jump off my bed
and race to the glass,
watching my breath fog up
in front of me,
I see no white,
I see no crystals of ice.
Instead,
I see dull grass,
with leaves of brown
scattered around.
It isn't that the world around me is dull,
it is simply that I
love the white,
I love the cold,
the coziness of a blanket wrapped
around me,
the tastiness of the cocoa on my tongue.
But I see no snow.
I see no ice.
And it is now December,
the month of snow,
of cheers,
of songs,
of family.
So while I now watch more snow coat the ground,
I can only hope for one single thing.
Let's hope it stays!
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