What a wonderful time of year it is, winter.Snow fills the air, soft and coldTumbling down white dunes, forever boldStanding atop it, I seem never to shiverTechnically I was born a day ago,Made by children with smiles that glowedAlas I cannot play with them, for I have no legsOnly a wool scarf set round my neckDuring the day, the children keep me companyStriking up one-sided conversations, or offering me teaBut at night the stars are my friendsShining down and making my eyes look like one of themThen my kin come dancing down,Swirling and twirling aroundAnd I know I am homeAnd only one day old