The days are getting colder, but the hearts of the young ones grow warmer. Hot chocolate in hand, they run out the door. The snow is a intriguing sight to see for the children. Their giggling rings through the air as they play tag around the yard, all bundled in their winter coats. Bounding through the snow, they plop on the ground, shivering and waving their arms and legs back and forth. Something beautiful is made in the florescent white snow. Happiness. There is a little frosted white angel. The sun goes down and their mother calls them inside for dinner. The children prance inside, anticipating the next time they can return to their beloved snow.
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