When The Snow Comes

Not the sort of thing I’d usually post up here, but snow days aren’t normal days…

When The Snow Comes

When the snow comes
We’ll see the flakes fall
And run out in pyjamas
With no shoes at all
Then run back inside
With our feet cold and wet
When the snow comes
(But it isn’t here yet)

When the snow comes
We’ll pull on our boots
And run out the door
With screams, whoops and hoots
We’ll gasp as the snow
Falls down into our mitt
When the snow comes
It’ll come in a bit

When the snow comes
We’ll race round the street
Collecting up snowballs
To pile at our feet
Waiting for dad
To step out of the car
When the snow comes
It can’t be that far

When the snow comes
It’ll cover the garden
At first light and fluffy
Then icy and hardened
It will all melt away
We’ll be twiddling our thumbs
Waiting again
For when the snow comes

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