Journal # 22- Sledding Poem

I love to go sledding in the white snow,

even though it is always really cold.

Speeding down the hill I put on quite a show,

But I fell off and down the hill I rolled.

Sledding reminds me of the Christmas season,

and it always brings me such a thrill.

I enjoy going sledding without a reason,

and I love the feeling I get as I race down the hill.

Every time I go outside to play with my sister,

we bundle up with a coat, gloves, and a warm fuzzy hat.

Once it was so windy it looked like a twister,

so we stayed inside and had a lovely chat.

During this season we decorate our Christmas tree,

and open lots of presents from my friend Kris Kringle.

On Christmas morning up the stairs I flee,

to hear the magical bells jingle.

The winter season brings some people joy,

and it is sometimes referred to as the season of giving.

I always love it when I get a cool toy,

and it is a time of great living.

Before you know it winter will be long over,

and the season will change to spring.

You can exchange the snow for a lucky four leaf clover,

and look back on winter and miss everything.