The snow falls quietly,
The white flakes fall silently.
The presents waiting under the tree,
Waiting for kids to come out and see.

Outside the ground is white,
Fresh; not a print in site.
Farther out are snowy white mountains,
And frozen water in people’s fountains.

Though it’s cold out, kids rush out their doors,
Building snowmen; they are no longer bored.
Yet they soon come back in to open gifts,
To watch TV and read myths.

And outside the snow lightly falls,
Adding to the snow buildup; making it tall.
Cold Winds blow against your skin,
On A Snowy Christmas.

It's been a year and four months,
Since I had to leave.
It's been real hard,
I struggle to breathe.
 
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