Where Is All the Snow?
I look outside my frosty window
To see the ground all sparkly and white
I get up with haste and run downstairs
To see my yard so bright
I run outside to dance and frolic
Tossing myself left and right
I shade my eyes from the blinding light
I look outside my foggy window
To see the ground all dead and brown
Was it but a dream?
Such a wonderful dream?
That there should be snow for Christmas