Winter Season

November 2, 2011
By draddysoccer BRONZE, Hinsdale, Illinois
draddysoccer BRONZE, Hinsdale, Illinois
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Winter Season

As the season of autumn comes to a close,
Winter blows in and with it more clothes.
Layers upon layers of sweaters and jeans,
I don’t know how I’ll ever get through by all means.
The clear white snow starts to drizzle down,
Covering up the frozen dirt that used to be brown.

Children build snowmen while they run and shout,
Meanwhile the adults are sitting up and about.
The smells of warm cookies flows through the air,
The fire is glowing, get as close as you dare.
Mistletoe is hanging from the door by a string,
And all the merry carolers come by just to sing.

Families are riding in their cars way out where,
The boy scouts are selling Christmas trees by the pair.
The skate ponds freeze up as the temperature drops,
You definitely don’t want to be wearing flip-flops.
Stockings are hung on the mantle with care,
And the young boys and girls kneel down to say prayers.

Santa drops down from the fireplace with no sound,
All jolly and laughing, he’s so big and round.
He lays down the presents and drinks up the milk,
The cookies are gone and with them, his suit of silk.
I am filled to the top with all the holiday cheer,
And through all this fun, I can’t wait ‘till next year.

The author's comments:
Inspiration was the upcoming winter season. Fall is blowing away.

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