all are fast asleep.

The snow is falling all around

and it's getting really deep.

In the morn, when all, awake and see

the beautiful blanket of snow

The children will love it and shout with glee

for it's sledding they'll wish to go.

They will sled through the day

and into the evening,

and they'll hate to call it a night.

But with cold hands, and freezing feet,

they'll go in without a fight.

By Kackie