Come along, walk a few steps in my favorite boots.

The snow is deep.

And the lilacs sleep.

The evergreen, burdened with white, whispers “All is calm; all is bright.”

 Yet this happy bundle in pink, she stirs.

And she stirs…

And when the snow won’t snowball, she just throws snow.

Whoosh!

Never trust anyone in a ski mask, especially if it’s pink.