The December breeze is cold.
Like ice sickles stabbing my skin.
After building a snowman, we go inside.
The fire place is going so the house is nice and toasty.
Inside we play board games and laugh.
Cherishing the moments

I love these winter moments.
Outside the wind blows cold.
Having a snowball fight we laugh.
The cold air is breaking my skin.
In my mittens my hands stay toasty.
It’s getting colder, I go inside.

We bake cookies inside.
Oh how I love these moments.
The cookies are warm and toasty.
The milk I dip the cookies in is cold.
My cookie gets soggy and fell in, I laugh.

Inside we watch funny movies, which make us all laugh.
It’s too cold to go out there so we stay inside.
The cold air seeps through and leaves goose bumps on my skin.
I hate theses moments.
The seeping air is making me cold.
Then I had to turn the heat up to make it warm and toasty.

As my house warms up, I get nice and toasty.
I cuddle up with my friends and we laugh.
They mention going outside but I say it is to cold.
“Heck no let’s stay inside”.
We share some stories and they bring up all my blond moments.
As we laugh all bundled up I feel so hot on my skin.

We decided to make cookies but they burnt my skin.
With the oven on, it’s making us toasty.
Forgetting the cookie ingredients I think for a few moments.
I suddenly remember and start to laugh.
So we just stay inside.
So we don’t get cold.


Never forgetting these moments we laugh.
During winter we always stay inside so toasty.
With the atrocious fire my skin will never get cold.