Snowflakes on your tongue, falling everywhere you go.                                                  Collecting on the ground is lots of white and fluffy snow.                                              Footprints getting filled just as quickly as they were made,                                       No one would even be able to tell if there had been a large parade.                                   Squirrels scurry to their nests to be sheltered from the cold,                                                 Wishing it was still Fall, with leaves of red and gold.                                                     While those around you stay inside all nice and cozy,                                                You keep trudging on your way, your cheeks very rosy.                                           You interrupt the bear's slumber with your singing ringing clear,                                     The very familiar tune, "It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year"!