The Snowman

It was not that long after Boxing Day The snow came down and decided to stay. Our garden became a blanket of white It hung on the branches - what a delight! We looked outside from our bedroom window. We just couldn't believe our eyes, you know. What a surprise and it was wonderful. It was magical and so beautiful. It was Nature's present for them and me. Really lovely, I think you would agree. My brothers and I were dressed in a flash. Mum was busy; we were out in a dash. Oh! The snow was so white, crunchy and deep. It was too hard to walk; we had to leap. Slowly we struggled down the garden path. Michael slipped over; we had a good laugh. I threw a snowball at the garden shed. Robert threw a big snowball at my head. A snowball fight then began instantly With white shooting stars flying so briefly. There were no rules and at first it was fun; All against all and then two against one. My little brother thought that was unfair And was more upset with snow in his hair. We crashed down into the snow for a rest And then listened to the Robin Redbreast. Soon we agreed to make our big snowman. He'd stand by the window; that was our plan. We rolled the snow to make his giant head. His body took much longer, snow like lead. We hunted for stones and pieces of coal To decorate him; yes, that was our goal. Slowly and surely he became our friend. To him a hat, scarf and sack we would lend. We danced and clapped when our hard work was done. It had really been a great deal of fun But we grew quite tired and cold by midday. We said, "Goodbye." We went indoors to play. Mummy and Daddy said that he was great. They wouldn't draw the curtains till quite late. He watched us playing with all our new toys. He could hear us making each cheerful noise. At bedtime we waved and then said, "Goodnight." We could see him using our bedroom light. He seemed to wink and he had a big grin. That's why Michael wanted to bring him in. I just wanted him to have a coat on. Sadly next morning, he'd already gone. Robert really wanted him to come back. The snowman had left the hat, scarf and sack. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 09:32 AM PST   18 • 0 • 14