Jack T Frost

With a pixie like grin J. Frost spreads icicle droplets in the air While fine people are deep sleeping, so they have not a care. It is November twentieth, so it is fully about time For Jack T. Frost to make a glittery winter sublime. He skids to a stop after dusting two towns and a pig pen. Wherein lives a green goblin, who has dried cherry pie on his chin. The annoyed goblin wakes up but gives Jack a hearty wave. J.T. next seals up with ice frost.... a grizzly bear in his cave. Jack T. tries his best to leave ice and frost everywhere in his wake. Human's windows so full of ice crystals, some of them shudder break. He knows these winter people will tomorrow slide all over his ice. He laughs lots of times thinking of this; at least twice or thrice. The happy reindeer he nurtures fly off with him through the sky. Helping him spread winter icicles on bushes low, and houses so high. Tomorrow this part of the world will wake up to a world of white. Jack T. Frost gives a chuckle; and dusts more with his might.