Softly drifting down from heaven
throughout the quiet of the night
Children waken in the morning
to behold a wondrous sight
The magic of that first glimpse
makes them jump and shout with joy
Rush to doorways and to windows
to see nature's brand new toy
They dress quickly, run outside
to make footprints in the snow
Laughter echoes all around them
with each snowball that they throw
Watching them out of my window
I recall my youthfall days
When I too, with mittened hands
in snow and ice, went out to play
But those days are far behind me
now I'm anchored to this chair
Can only watch them from my window
but their joy, I still can share.
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