Those of you who live here
know we had an unusually mild December.
But Winter has arrived
in it's cold and windy way
and folks bounce down the sidewalk
in their coats
like marshmallows in a bumper car race.
Growing up, my father
worked at a Golf Club
and when I had a snow day
I would go in to work with him.
My sister and I would sled on the good hills
for hours
and stumble inside
to drink hot chocolate and watch cartoons
on the big TV.
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