It is Snowing It is Snowing
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s SNOWING!
Fire inside the house was toasty and glowing.
But the inhabitants were excited sister kittens.
All three were too excited to wait for their mittens.
They ran outside, getting their fur all wet and cold.
You can tell we have changed said Grandma. When did we get old?
Grandpa said “speak for yourself” and jumped off the commode.
When he reached the children, a huge snowball fight was in full battle mode.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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