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