Silent Night in The Mountains

Patches of frosty white

On the typical wooden log

I sat there and took in the view

Absorbing the snowy sight

Snowflakes like Christmas decorations, I saw

I stuck my tongue out and

It felt numb but I didn’t care

Because I tasted the tastiest snowflake there was

I was practically in cloud nine

I lied down on the snowy bed

And stuck my hands and legs out

And tried to make the prettiest snow angel

It never came perfect, though

Because there was always the handprint

But this time, I was very lucky

Because a very good friend helped me