First Sled

When snowflakes fall, the sleds come out As children run and jump and shout With boots and scarves and runny noses (Also mittens, one supposes) Frolicking in fresh white snow, Their rosy cheeks and smiles a’glow. Can anything make winter’s case Like joy on any toddler’s face As, in his new boots, he’s astride His shiny sled for that first ride? It’s messy, yes, and cold and wet But no one watching, I would bet, Would trade that winter glee he’s got To live where weather’s always hot.