Where does snow go?
Is it made out of dough?
When you pack it, can it throw?
Well you better duck down low,
Or you’ll have a bump that’ll grow,
And when the trees start to bow,
As a result of the snow,
You will have a mighty foe,
Until the sun starts to glow,
Then you will know,
You can go in the snow!
-Aaron E-J

With an exultant feeling in my upper extremities I vigilantly wait for a snow day. What the next day entails I can only hope is surpassed only by two days from now.
-Aaron E-J

I am home for the holidays,
Don’t know when I will be back,
Gonna go buy some things,
For my family,
Then we will gather ’round,
Singing all the Christmas cheers,
Dancing in the snow and playing games,
Thus when we all get done,
And when they have to go,
That – is – when – I’ll – leave.
-Aaron E-J