S
now is
falling, I can’t wait to get outside and play.
N
othing
stopping me, but the cold frosty air and my mom telling me no.
O
nly one
more hour of predicted snowfall; if only we could pass through time.
W
et boots,
snarly hair, and bright red cheeks are what I looked like last time I played in
the snow.
F
or me, a
snowman is my best friend. Oh, how I can’t wait to build them.
L
et me out
already! I’ve had it! All day I have just been watching. I really want my boots
to get wet, my hair to et snarly, and my cheeks to get bright red.
A
lthough I
want to have all the snow in one great pile; I can’t. The snow should all be
mine.
K
ids all
around me are playing. Their parents obviously don’t know how cold it is
outside, or they have no clue.
E
ventually!
It felt like forever ago that it starting snowing. I am finally able to go and
build my best friend!