Snowmen

The snowmen are coming, they come with the snow.

Two arms made of twigs snowballs they can't throw.

No feet on the ground just a great ball of snow, two pieces of coal where eyes ought to go.

Blackhats on top, colorful scarves around necks, down the middle sits 3 pieces of coal, buttons for coats; one size fits all.

A carrot for a nose, and in a hollowed out mouth, sits a pipe that never glows!

Surrounded by friends they may never greet, just a mound of snow none of them feet.

While tears of icicles glisten by day, a moonlit night brings magic their way, tucked up in warm beds the humans stay but for snowmen and women, it's their time to greet and come play!

When the lights went out, perfect spheres were made, they flew this way and that, knocking off hats, one even scared a terrified cat.

Their laughter played throughout the night, who knew snowmen and women. . . could perfect sphere fight.

As night becomes day, and dark becomes light, the magic dies only to awake at night.

A Farewell to all and to all a Farewell until tomorrow good-day to you all!