Playing in the Snow with Cousin Chet
Mommy’s cookies are the best, but we cannot go inside yet.
We are having the best day, me and my cousin Little Chet.
Our cheeks are red, our snowman is almost done, and he is great.
The dog is slipping and sliding, he just did an icy figure eight.
This is the kind of memory I wish we could make every single year.
But Chet is moving three states away, he will not always be here.
Today we are having the greatest day, knowing hot chocolate awaits.
This is just one of many memories – most of them are great.
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