. : * :・'゜☆　．　：　＊　：・'゜☆　．　：　＊　：・' 

Cold days with no escape,

a cup of hot chocolate & wearing my warm blanket like a cape.

I'd just smile & laugh,

watching the children play,

building a snowman & creating snow angels for a change.

People pass by, 

looking kind of pale & the old and sickly,

look even more frail.

I enjoy twirling around like a princess under falling snow,

like my own little fairy tale, no one will ever know.

. : * :・'゜☆　．　：　＊　：・'゜☆　．　：　＊　：・'