Snowman

I'm seen on a winter's day, where soft white balls fall from the sky. I'm not created in may, but snow holds me nice and tight. It keeps me safe from warm days and protects me through the night.

Children create me by mashing up snow up into balls. They put a smile on my face and a carrot on my nose. I'm a different kind of race, because I'm made of snow.

Can you guess what I am? You would of made me on Christmas day. Think back to what you put on me on a snowy day.

You placed a scarf around my neck, and a jacket around my waist. I am a Snowman, you use to make me all the time, every Christmas afternoon; after you'd eaten all your food.

If I see you next Christmas, then I wish you a happy holiday and I hope you think of me, the little snowman, that you made.