Missing Snow

My nephew Eddie has never seen snow, lives in Florida where snowflakes rarely show. His two older sisters flew north for a visit, remembering Maryland's sharp winter blizzards. We love it down south, they both proclaimed, but we miss the snow, that's why we came. On the very last night before sailing back south, frosty wind showed up and opened his mouth, blew in a snowy blast that settled all around. By moon-glow that night the girls could be found, building a fat friend out on the front lawn, with a round smiling face to greet the new dawn.