Refreshing feels nothing more,
When I open wide the main door,
And out I race,
Feeling the touch,
Of snow flakes falling on my face.
I take a breath so deep,
As I let the outdoor oxygen awaken me,
So that I want to jump and leap,
Oh, I feel so young and free.
Not enough snow yet to build a snowman,
But that's okay,
For just running the snow through my hand,
Is enough of a plan.
I love this season very much so,
And as long as there isn't a storm accompaniment,
I light up and glow,
Like a little child that's bent,
On opening presents up that by loved ones were sent.
The End
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