Waiting For Snow

It may seem strange to wait for snow.
We usually get a bunch of it you know.
Everytime the flakes start to mount up,
I toast it with hot chocolate in my cup.

I get excited when north winds start to blow.
It may seem strange to wait for snow,
but I know Christmas will soon be here,
with memories and feelings I hold dear.

After sleeping off a Thanksgiving feast
the days until Yuletide are short at least.
It may seem strange to wait for snow,
but I watch the flakes fall, face aglow.

I know my daughter will very soon arrive,
once again bringing my house back alive.
As time goes by, watch my smile grow.
It may seem strange to wait for snow.