Up an down
The hills they go,
Filled with cheer
And filled with snow.
With white little flecks
Upon their faces,
And overflow excitement
In their chases.
While many would slide
Down a hill,
Others would play
In the chill.
And parents would watch
Their children play,
Wondering what bills
They had to pay,
And remembering what it was like
To be free
In the whiteness
With no end,
To play tag
And play pretend.
It was marvelous
To see so much happiness
In the air
And that everyone had
Their own little flare.