I’m a gift that should bring memories,
Of childhood and all it’s fun.
Of the winter in “Cold Great Lakes” country.
For I wouldn’t last long in the sun.
While spending time outdoors with me.
You’d oft get rosy cheeks,
How nice it was to go inside,
And lightly toast your feet.
I really hope you’ll treasure me,
For many years to come.
May my round little belly, my gay top hat,
Remind you of your childhood fun.

Mom
Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Written for her daughter Kirstie with a gift of a snowman.

Copyright Roy Richard