A frosty first snowfall

I look out my window and see tiny white flakes falling from the sky, 

It coats the ground with a creamy sensation, 

I rush to put on my snow gear, 

Out the door I go, 

I look at the trees to see that they are covered in flakes white, 

The whisper wind picks and I start to feel a shiver inside me, 

I smell something coming from my kitchen window, 

I look through the window and I see my mom making hot chocolate, 

I dash through the door trying to take my snow gear off, 

And then I see a cup of hot chocolate with my name on it, 

With tiny marshmallows in it, 

I think to myself I love the snow.