• Snow falling
    Painting the brown grass
    With sparkly white fluff
    I watch on the steps
    In just a blanket
    My cheeks red
    My eyes to the sky
    My mouth letting out puffs of air
    No one in the house is awake
    Even though it's Christmas morning
    I hold a present
    It's from the boy next to me
    In the same blanket
    His cheeks red
    His eyes to the sky
    His mouth letting out puffs of air
    He is like the beautiful snow
    Falling for me