Snow is white.
Snow is Cold.
The perfect time to feel young even when you are old.
Playing in the soft,frozen flakes, dusting your jacket.
Sliding down hills.
Climbing up larger hills with your feet tied with  tennis rackets...
Nothing  to hold you back..
The energy of fun is the spark that puts weariness on the run.
It might be cold on the outside and you are warm on the inside.
After a quick warm drink....you never are to be held up inside.
For in this "winter wonderland."
You smile and you throw snow *****.
After all, this is your "amazement-fun-park land."
Nothing can hold you back,from your imagination,you are King.
Breaking out from within your household walls.
As King, you rule the cold outside.
Well protected within your self created fortress,
Which you have since erected  in snow built halls.