In December, white snow covered the ground.
Such a magical time,
Frosty trees all around.
I still remember the snow covered hill I would climb.
Sledding was an eagerly awaited activity.
The rush of adrenaline I felt as I flew down the hill.
Let’s not forget the making of a snowman or two.
I still remember forming snow angels.
All of these things were the best part of winter,
But most of all I enjoyed coming back inside.
I would drink hot cocoa and sit by the Christmas tree.
I still remember what all of these memories meant to me.