Memories Are Made That Way

Crystals in the air of white Snowflakes made of pure delight Gather on a frozen nose Just to say, “Hi”, I suppose Woolen mittens, snowballs game Mischief makers, taking aim Fun on such a Winter’s day Memories were made that way Steaming chocolate hits the mark Walking through a frosted park Men of frigid circumstance Sticks for arms of pure romance Home to fire’s amber glow Warming fingers even though Outside we could play all day Memories were made that way