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What a wonderful time of year it is, winter.
Snow fills the air, soft and cold
Tumbling down white dunes, forever bold
Standing atop it, I seem never to shiver
Technically I was born a day ago,
Made by children with smiles that glowed
Alas I cannot play with them, for I have no legs
Only a wool scarf set round my neck
During the day, the children keep me company
Striking up one-sided conversations, or offering me tea
But at night the stars are my friends
Shining down and making my eyes look like one of them
Then my kin come dancing down,
Swirling and twirling around
And I know I am home
And only one day old