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