Kids in snow, the rosie glow,
that spring could never bring.
A slice of ice that feels so nice,
cold wind it sings and stings.
Summers sun is long but gone,
the heat that warmed their feet.
So give me snow my love doth grow,
'neath sleet waits Santa's treat.
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