WINTERS WITHOUT SNOW

It just doesn't snow over here, but we are much delighted with what nature presented to us

All paradise are heavenly so long the children glee.
Our long awaited winter's here; Oh feel its ticklish breeze,
And at the earliest hours of dawn we listen for the breeze
To sing to us a melody without a sure rhythm;
Wooz..! woo..oz ooz..!! some unknown voices sing
And sometimes when the sun is up these voices melt away.
We love the cold that stings our feet yet keep our hearts so warm,
We love that we get frozen feet and running noses still;
You have to know, it never snows, we only become snows.