MAN OF WINTER

Born of snow, he arrived one day,

A friendly sort, with children he would play.

So happy and round, with a smile on his face,

His time was so short, having fun was his race.

THIS MAN OF WINTER, soon he must go,

As the temperature rises and the sun says hello.

So, happy New Year you’ll hear him say,

I’ll be back again, again someday.

Keith Garrett