The Snow Ball
The first grade students, two by two,
Marched in to our applause,
Their dressed-up outfits, top hats, too,
Gave all a smiling pause.
They danced the twist and cha cha slide,
All perfectly rehearsed,
Sang “Winter Wonderland” and “Frosty,”
Every child well-versed.
A touching sweet rendition of
“I Am Your Child” brought tears
And cotton snowballs tossed aloft
Precipitated cheers.
We watched our grandson slide and stomp,
His brand-new bow tie on
And beamed with pride while wondering
Where all the years have gone.
First grade is halfway over;
It’s been wonderful to share
Events like these and hopefully,
We always will be there.
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