Author's note- This is a poem for a Christmas card I never made
The sky is filled with the fluffy white puffs
You see the children smile while they play.
You take up a clump of snow and throw it.
It hits your best friend and that means war.
Everything is at peace until a giant pile of snow falls on you.
You see that it was a snowman’s head, you would love to rebuild with help.
And of course you come in at the end of the day to get some hot cocoa
-Nathan B.
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