FROZEN DELIGHT

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