Some see the winter breeze as the coming of change,
An end of the sun drenched days,
Start of educational imprisonment.
No more seasonal freedom.
But they are wrong.
Winter is:
The bon fire in the backyard.
The hot cocoa warming you from the inside out.
Cozy oversized sweaters,
And the ugg sightings begin.
The blissful days of humming seasonal songs.
Playing dress up for candy,
And thanking for another year.
The enchanting first snow fall,
Glimmering in the soft moonlight.
When Jack Frost comes out to play
The best time of the year.