Do You Hear What I Hear?

It's the first of December
and the weatherman says
to get out our shovels
and cover our heads...
Snow will be falling
and then cometh ice!
Get ready for winter
it will not be nice.

Run! Purchase those sleds
for your sweet little ones.
Get the runners waxed up.
Get mittens and scarves
and sweet little snowsuits
to keep them so warm
until in for the chocolate
they surely will come.

Get out and purchase
that milk and the bread
for many will be there
to get thiers ahead.
The shelves will get empty
and then there will be
no hint of the ice,
wintery bluster or snow!

Ok, so poet I am not but we are about to get our first
winter storm here in PA. The kids are kind of excited. They
are picturing friends in our yard, snowballs and forts.

I know someday when the kids are grown and gone the
lack of dirty messed up snow in the yard will probably make
me lonely but right now I just yearn for white, untouched snow.
Do you know what I mean? Like no one has been there and all is
smooth and pristine.
The irony is that most of my readers who comment are not in
a snowy part of the country. Do you miss it? Is that why you live there?
What is the scoop?
If you live in snow country, why? Is it because you love it?
Always lived there?
This inquiring mind wants to know....
what are your thoughts...
about snow?