Snow on the roof

Covering roofs like powdered sugar sweet, Are houses huddled, cozy on the street. Chimneys puffing, painting skies so gray, Waiting for the sun to chase the clouds away.

Snow, the mischievous artist of the sky, Dances down with a twinkle in its eye. He tiptoes softly, a feathery delight, Blanketing the world in shimmering white.

"Snow on the roof!" the children shout with glee, Ready for a snowball fight, wild and free! Dad grabs a shovel, strong and brave and bold, A snowy mountain starts to rise, we're told!

Shoveling and scraping, a rhythmic, crunching sound, As pathways clear and safe are newly found. Higher and higher, the snowdrift starts to grow, A frosty castle, glistening in the glow!

But oh, the cold! Our noses red and numb, A yearning for the warmth, a cozy, snug home. Hot cocoa steams, a comforting embrace, Warm Inside, with smiles upon each face.