• Jack Frost bites my ears and nose,
    The fresh snow tingles my toes.
    My eyelashes stuck with tiny drops of the glistening frost.

    The snow piled high as they day goes on,
    'Till March it won't be gone.
    All the footprints dot acres of the placid white.

    Rooftops covered like gingerbread houses,

    Boy Scout wreaths on the doors,

    The snow falls heavily as Christmas nears!