by Micah Olson

Created on: January 06, 2009

She is so shapeful and ever so white,

That snow glistened hill on this starry night,

I grab my sled and ponder the feeling,

Riding down the hill it seems so appealing,

I walk up the bank to the top of my hill,

In one or two moments I will be revelling in thrills,

Plunk goes my bottom on my wooden sled,

Pointed due downward is where I would head,

I flew through the air on that starry night,

Sledding near Christmas just feels so right,

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