Love was the sweater
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From branches and hills,
where a sled felt at home
To dash through the snow,
neath an evergreen roam
With boots shiny wet,
wearing scarves. flannel hats
We waved hi to Winter,
and found that was that
A snowman indeed,
was rolled in the yard
Two eyes and a carrot,
no, nothing too hard
The creek frozen solid,
I dare you stand
It's banks like a pillow,
of prints made by hand
On streets filled with treads,
so slow the cars drove
A lake iced for skating,
deep down in the grove
A cup of hot chocolate
and fingers entwined,
A kiss on the cheek,
what we waited to find
When family and friends,
would come visit the house
With everyone stirring,
yes even a mouse
Where hopes of good tidings,
and carols were sung
By the old and the tired,
the happy and young
Those times when remembered,
I now find a tear
So long in the past,
but the same time of year
For now I find winter,
much colder outside
With dreams filled of springtime,
if I must confide
But fun always follows,
these winter path ways
To share with another,
remember those days
When love was the sweater,
to each frigid storm
The perfect wrapped present,
that kept us all warm
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