• The snow falls lightly,
    and drops to the floor.
    The sun no longer shines brightly,
    The beach days, they're no more.

    I sit in my couch,
    sipping warm hot chocolate.
    You watch TV,
    to get your mind off the visits.

    We can't wait for Chistmas,
    the wrapping still waits.
    Don't know what to give,
    Don't know what you'll get.

    While you think inside,
    The wind blows briskly,
    and you say,
    I love winter break.