FROZEN DELIGHT

I hold his hand, only my snowman, will understand. My heart is cold my hands are too, frost bits my nose. I've always been fond, of the snowy winters, and skating on the pond. Each snowflake falls, with an important mission, do you hear the winter call? The moon-he dons a hat, or maybe it, just looks like that. A crunching sound, beneath our boots, a lovely rhythm we've found. The stars shine bright, they'll light our way, on this wonderful winter's night!