Curious babies peering out the window
Hands pressed against the pane
Eyes wide open, taking in the outside
Laughing babies, crying babies
We watch them watch us, too cold
For them to play outside, but we
Sprinkle snow at the window to show
How we are feeling and sometimes
They see us sledding and snowangeling
Finding foot long icicles which
We use as our magic wands
For if magic means anything
It means this, what we are doing
The babies bouncing and drooling
About the window watching us
Play in the snow, so now they know
And when they grow they will already know
How to have fun with snow.
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