I fly and I fly and what do you know?
I see a big man made of snow!
From high in the sky I look far below
I see an angel made of snow.
I fly and I fly but where can I go
to find ice cream made of the snow?
I fly and I fly and I do not know
where to find shoes made of the snow.
Then I find them hiding high in the blues–
the snow ice cream and the snowshoes!
I eat and I eat big bowls of snow cream
and fall asleep to dream and dream.
I fly and I fly whenever I choose
to sled the skies in my snowshoes.
c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols
Just a little rhyme to bring a smile three days before Christmas, 2012, because the weather man is forecasting a white Christmas night in the South.