by Christina Johnson

Created on: January 21, 2009

Take a deep breathe and open the door, escape from within out into the world.

There's still footprints in the snow and angels to discover , snowball in hand a childs greatest wonder.

A mouthfull of snow, and a head full of dreams A snowman in the yard was harder than it seems.

The snow starts to fall cover the tracks,that we made, in for hot chocolate then back out to play.

Rush to the hill to have time to slide, haveing way to much fun to come inside.

When the moon comes out no need for a light, from inside looking out turns darkness so bright.

All tucked in bed and time to sleep, a smile on thier face and new memories to keep.

Look out the window for a final glance, if it's snowing outside little footprints won't last.

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