Glittery, fluffy snow, a blanket on top of everything.
As glittery as million little diamonds falling down,
as fluffy as feathers.
The excitement on every face when sean,
bringing the thought of Christmas and presents,
Thinking about hot chocolate,
making the kids in us rise up.
The fresh, cold air flowing through my nostrils.
Jumping up and down,
running and playing to warm up,
Because of its cold and wetness.
A present only winter can give.
That is snow.