Thank you to talented local musician Stuart Bell for turning it into a lovely Christmas ditty! 

 

(a re-post, but it seems more appropriate now! ⛄)

 

Like comets we slid through the crisp, white grass

In our wake billowed a powder-puff mass

It floated and swirled and twinkled with light

Like low-hanging stars broke free of the night

 

And in snow-laden fields angels were made

A concertina of limbs in the snow where we lay

We rolled and we frolicked and snowballs were thrown 

Not caring one jot if we were soaked to the bone!

 

Then, with frozen hands, a snowman was made

With a carrot for a nose and a hat, old and frayed

He had acorns for eyes, and twigs for a smile

And around him we danced and sang for a while

 

...until arthritis swelled joints

And our limbs were too sore

And the nurse from the home

Couldn't take anymore!

 

We all limped away as the kids we once were

Filled up with the joy only childhood can stir

And, over my shoulder, I sneaked one last glance

At our friend the snowman, who continued to dance!

 

End.