The first few flakes of snow fall gently to the ground
You hear children's voices as they wriggle and squirm into their snow outfits
You will hardly recognize them when they step outside
Even though there are only a few cold drops of snow on the ground,
the children will insist upon forming their first, frosty friends
The snow forms into larger clumps and the wind becomes stronger
The children's cheeks and noses become red with the cold from waiting
While they stand there watching the snow,
the children run around gathering rocks, hats, scarves, and sticks
The minutes pass by and soon all you can see is a blizzard of falling snow
You hear the children being called in by their mothers
The children disapear,
and in their place is a field of frosty friends