Wow, the weather sure is cold,
Days are short, the wind is bold.

The season isn't a favorite for sure,
Most in the cold, aren't begging for more.

This testament to the winter, is short and is sweet,
Its brutal cold, upon you does beat.

Begs for spring, and longer days,
And new found fun in different ways.

But back to winter, now let's explore,
Its wondrous beauty, many do adore,

The frosty nights, a blanket of snow,
Untouched and ******, a skiing we can go!

Take the kids to the local park,
Sleigh ride with them, a youthful spark,

May be rekindled, inside your soul,
This surely is fun, never is it droll.

Build a snowman, with coal and pipe,
He may come alive, frosty isn't just hype.

The alive that he comes, is not in the snow,
But in the hearts of the ones that help make him grow.

Spending time with the family, this bonding is good,
Feeling alive and well, with your family you should,

The wondrous winter, has the holiest of days,
A time to be kind, and have gentler ways.

The birth of the savior, the greatest of men,
His spirit reborn, and we all know when,

This holiday comes, its time be kind,
Good deeds and good thoughts, cover your mind.

The new year comes in winter, a time to start new,
Cast aside bad habits, and with them your through.

Good cheer and good times, and drinking some wine,
Kissing and hugging, and playing Auld Lang Syne.

Presidents day is a time to give thanks,
Lincoln and the north, and the fighting yanks,

Put an end to slavery, blacks free as whites,
Another century passed to gain civil rights.

Praise to Washington, the first to lead,
Our country from Britain, his troops had freed,

The people of the Colonies, America was born,
Plains full of plenty, many acres of corn.

Valentines day, the time for romance,
Put yourself out there, ask a girl to a dance!

The celebration turns history around,
Originally on this day, many bodies were found,

Dead in a garage, in the Chicago town,
The pictures are gruesome, bloodstains on the ground.

These are the times in winters' cold,
That have special meaning, and memories they hold.

Look kindly on winter, its end will bring,
A time of rebirth,  known as the spring.

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