WINTER DAYS OF OLD

A special time, one of a kind, a long, long time ago
A real tree, lights, tinsel bright, outside, the fluffy snow
Days of youth, the truest truth, with the world aglow
Most of all, there was snow; beautiful, gorgeous snow

Snowballs, snowmen, all wondrous white, what a sight
The hill you pick, will do the trick, by day, or by night
Snow cream and s’mores, eat ‘em outdoors, a tasty delight
Dreams of the day, outside to play, then warm by fire light

Hands in gloves, big flakes above, fingers numb now
Ears red, frozen, keep on going, look, more snow, wow
Playing games, call every name, line them up, and choose
Sipping cocoa, watching wind blow, no way for you to lose

Frosted windows, drawing faces, then back outside we go
Life was new, the snow was too, right outside my backdoor
Never tired, out in my yard, or on a hill, let’s build a snowman
I love school, but I'm no fool, let's play some more, man

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This is just reminiscent of all those years ago. When I was young, the winter pattern was so different. Back then, we always had winters filled with snow, and school kids rode public transportation, so ...