Thursday, August 21, 2014

Jamica Winter


The snow is cold all day,
Sisters run out to play.
Each carried a stick,
Poking holes and making snowballs.
Grey hares hopping, here and there,
Red-nosed reindeer go hide and seek everywhere.
Climb up, slide down,
Hold hands, sisters get along.
Time for a cup of hot coca,
Let the radio play some musical solo.