One look out the window and this thing I knew, the sidewalks would not shovel themselves, oh how true.
I put Isaac down to nap with care and grabbed a beanie cap to cover my hair.
With some Pam on the shovel and the aide of my friends, I was off to plow snow with my cold mittened hands.
Add some neighborly chatter, a couple weird stares, and I had shoveled our walkway, driveway and stairs!
Then with some salt for the sidewalk and a tear in my eye, I thought of my family in Phoenix and I wanted to cry.
Oh, the warm winters and Christmas of sun, oh how I miss you, I'm ready to run!
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I took a look at the snow, found out my whole day had been cancelled, and I stayed in my pjs and read a good book. Ah, snow days!
Love the poem. And that boy of yours is too cute for words.
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