Rollicking Days of Winter

Blowing swirling snow is piling up
    The world is beautifully white
Noises soften in the Christmas air
    As we look for pure delights

Mom sweaters Moakey, the dog
    I pull my cap down over my ears
Out comes the sled
    Monkey gets on first
For she is the one who steers

Down the hill we go
    Barking, yelling and having fun
Those rollicking days of winter
    Sledding in the winter sun

        Jane Bassler

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