"If you’ve never shared a walk in crisp, fresh-fallen snow
How could anyone possibly know
What a pleasure it is to remember?
If you’ve never felt Jack Frost nipping upon your cheeks
How would it be possible to speak
Of the red apples in your reflection?
If you’ve never froze your fingers and toes when it snows
The best you’ll ever do, is suppose
What it’s like building a snowman.
If you haven’t gone skating on the ice of a backyard pond
How could you possibly respond
To a thrill of learning how to stop?
If you’ve never sipped steaming hot cocoa from frozen hands
Could you help anyone understand
How wonderful it’ll make you feel?"
K.G. Hutchins
(The boys are still wearing their pajamas inside out and backwards, doing snow dances, and putting spoons under their pillow - to no avail! Where is the snow?)
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