The sweet chill of winter warms the very cockles of my heart,
filling me with the most wondrous joy,
I giggle and excitedly dance around with unstoppable delight
as Jack Frost tickles my nose with his frosty fingers,
squeal with unimaginable delight and wonderful happiness
when the glorious cold breezes kiss my rosy cheeks
and awakens me to the glorious wonders
of another beautiful winter in the country.
Donavon Scott Vinson