The winter holds sweet memories from when I was a child,
Of wobbly skates on frozen lakes, and winter storms so wild…

That school would close, so we could play all day out in the snow,
Making snow forts, angels and snowmen… it never seemed too cold.

Flying down hills on toboggans gave our family such a thrill,
The deeper the snow, the faster the run, then hot cocoa to warm the chill.

There was such delight in winter walks, with its crisp snow crunching sound,
And deer tracks by the frozen ponds always managed to astound.

We never worried about the cold, or icy sidewalks beneath our feet,
Jack frost’s crystal paintings on window glass created magic, oh so sweet.

There was no thought of heating bills, of shoveling walks, or driving in the snow.
No concern for “What if we get stuck?” or arriving on time when driving oh so slow.

With spring just around the corner, I think I must confess…
I truly prefer sweet memories to the reality of winter’s icy mess.

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Originally published in the February 13 issue of Beyond the Nest’s free weekly newsletter.