I saw her in the woods today
As they desribed her in the lay
Wandering always on her way
The Snowbringer

Deceptively dressed in forest green
But her skin held an icy sheen
Her face looked cold, but not mean
The Snowbringer

She didn't stop as she passed me by
And soon the snowflakes began to fly
So beautiful, it made me cry
The Snowbringer

Happy Holidays.

A lovely poem!

Happy Holidays, my young friend. Here's hoping all your dearest wishes come true.

all the best to you and yours.

this sounds like the fairy tale of "Die Schneekönigin" (snow-queen?) by Hans-Christian Andersen.

greetz ed *still snow-less here*