It was right before Christmas and all through the south,
The storm spread 'round us like a honey tongued mouth,
And breathed in our faces, and toppled large trees,
Snarled up the traffic and came up to our knees,
The shoppers weren't happy, the traveler's not pleased,
This snow wasn't planned, we were all ill at ease.
But not so the children who squealed with delight,
and quickly made snowmen and snowball fights,
They slid down the hills on bags and on sleds,
rolled in the snow and made angel beds,
And while grownups admitted it was a beautiful sight,
the kids already knew and frolicked till night,
So you would think......, we must know by now,
we can't control all things, not what, not how,
All we can do is accept certain things,
And a snow before Christmas is a beautiful thing!
by M Theresa Brown
