The Glitz the Glamour the Frost

The whiteness is blue, and wet, and fluffy to the eye, Even when it is not. It brings hot sweet cocoa and warm mittens into the memory, Twinkling with glitz, glamour, and frost, Icicle magic, dazzling your eyes. The air so cold, it brings tears to your face, The whiteness is blue, faerie-magic-like, not here every day. Snow falls daintily at first, then she picks up speed, as there is no stopping her. She glistens as she waits for you to test her snow-ball-ability. Is she wet enough to roll? She brings out childhood memories faster than most. You remember chasing your cousins, making snow angels, snow forts, and snow men. As far as your eye can see, the land is magic, blanketed now, with a glamour you can only get with snow and frost. A reverence she commands, you feel instantly, not felt during any other season. The glitz, the glamour, the frost, rhinestone twinkles on a sea of white, dazzling your eyes out.