Snow

The crisp December air, with puffy white cotton balls sitting on the gigantic blue bed covering the world with an atmospheric hat. As the tiny and fragile snowflakes fall to the ground, you peep outside your window, slightly shifting your blinds. You bundle yourself up in jackets and coats, extra shirts and pants, then you slide on your gloves. When you open the door the cold breeze hits your face. Your nose turns into a cherry, and your cheeks get rosy. The frost cold air fills your thoughts. You run down your stairs of the porch, onto the white, half frozen blanket covering the once lushes grass. You drop to your knees then to your back, pull out your legs, and start moving your arms up then down. Now your legs up then down. Slowly standing, then looking down you feel proud. You roll up snow big, small, medium. You then place them in a stack. You add a scarf, carrot nose, and maybe a hat too. Your all done now but quit cold, ready to go inside. You bundle up again, but this time in blankets and on the couch. The steaming smell of chocolate fills your nose. The taste on your taste buds as you take a sip filling your whole body with warmth. Christmas music fills your ears as the people on the screen mumble and murmur, the snow still falling softly to the ground making the blanket bigger and colder too, with each delicate snowflake.