Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Mom just put a bunch of clothes on me and took me outside so I could see the white stuff up close. It is COLD. She wanted me to stick my tongue out and taste it. She's weird sometimes. She keeps talking about the "beautiful snow." I wanted to run and slide in it and Mom said she didn't want me to fall down since I don't have a proper snowsuit. But she did let me feel it. I like to sit by the window and watch it while I play. So does Mom.