Snow day

When the first snows arrives,
I’m just a big child.
Busy making angels,
And snowmen gone wild.
With white snow as clay,
I create works of art.
My snow forts are best,
As I take that job to heart.
Till hot cocoa calls,
And gray skies fade to black.
Tired, I then surrender,
Knowing it’s time to hit the sack.

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