by Monica Ghosh and Evie Abrams-Wilson
The cold wisp air brushing against your skin,
A winter morning is ready to begin...
Passing the trees in the icy-cold air,
There's no sign of the leaves that used to be there.
The sun which was there, no longer gleamed,
Santa Claus coming down the chimney - the little ones dreamed.
Summer has gone, no blossom in sight,
The ground anticipating a layer of white.
Children excited, playing in the snow,
Their cheeks all rosy with the cold winter glow.
Christmas trees around the city, such a pretty sight,
You can hear the church bells ringing, it's just past midnight.
Presents under the tall Christmas tree,
Young children’s faces filled with glee.
Snowball fights are always fun - especially when you win,
Did you know, that the winter mornings are ready to begin..?
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