On the morning of Christmas

When not a single soul was in sight

Down the wooden stairs I crept

And to the Christmas tree I took flight



What I saw there

Was much to my delight

A rainbow of colour; presents in all shapes and sizes


I squealed and leaped with joy,

And drew the dark, red curtains

Oh my!

Could this be a dream?



There, lay a thick, untouched blanket of white

Like tiny pearls falling from the sky








Snow!

It covered the trees, the bushes, the houses

Glistening like crystal as the sun danced about it



I rushed to the door and out of the house

And stood there for a while

In my fluffy white slippers and pretty pink gown

Trying to take in the most dazzling sight


Freshly fallen snow

I began to sprint across the garden

Passing the snow-covered, red roses

Down the cobbled path


Skipping, hopping and jumping with delight

And I pranced to the meadow,

What a wonderful sight it was

Trees draped in white

And the smell of pine wafting

Through the sharp, yet refreshing winter air


Waltzing through the meadow

Singing, oh so merrily



Without a care in the world


I soon collapsed in a heap

Lying on the vast, pale sheet of snow


And the world stood still for a minute

I wished that it would last forever

That one spectacular moment in time

The First Snowfall