Waiting For Olaf

When I was three or four I asked my mom whether snowflakes are true Hearing they are not to us My heart sank in deep sorrow dust I see on TV snow falls on land I also watched until I could stand Waited for Christmas for Santa and snow But only Santa came and a wind blow Dreaming to ice skate on an ice With all my friends hands together, so nice I wish I could meet a winter bear Asking are you OK without a fear I wish Olaf also with me Giving warm hugs and laugh with me I'll be Elsa or Anna indeed Let's play down the winter street