Poem By Paige Thomas

Winter blows are crisps and cold,
making angels in the snow,

Shadows dance across the ice,
Merry songs sung so nice,

Snowballs fly without ease,
But everything is quite when the blizzard leaves,

Shut your eyes and go to sleep,
In the house he will creep,

To give you presents and some kisses,
You can’t look, but you can listen.

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