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
Let’s not forget the making of a snowman
I still remember forming snow angels.
All of these things were the best part
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.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.