Magical Snow
Mellon balls, white and soft
Powder dropped from aloft
Cannon balled by little scamps
By such childish winter land camps
Stacked up high in twos and threes
Thin brown arms pulled from trees
The cool round shape is taking form
Crafted from the winters storm
Floating scarf from mother’s room
Top hat stolen from dad the groom
Little hands then search the ground
To see if any coal can be found
Pantries far and wide are raided
But by many adult hands they’re aided
A hundred little feet crunch the snow
An orange nose is ready to bestow
Amid the many giggles and calls
A gentle spattering of snow falls
The orange point completes a face
A white ball of snow it has replaced
The little hands and childish fun
Has completed the task they begun
This youthful spark and joyous drive
Has brought this snowman alive
And as the snow now falls thickly
And the children seek the fire quickly
Leaving the snowman in the night
He comes alive with childish delight
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2006
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