Delicate snowflakes twirl through the air

wind is whipping back my blonde hair

my cheeks stained a rosy red blur

as we step outside we all murmur "Brrr"

I am so excited for Christmas day

but there's still something standing in the way

I need to finish my typing class

soon it will be a memory, the past

Oh ,how much I learned

Peep my hard return

Now you can see my indent

Oh how I'll miss it

As jingle bells are ringing

my fingers are stinging

while I strike each key

as if it were hot

just like I was taught

Snowmen wave "Hi"

to curious passerby

smells of Hot Chocolate float in the air

as my back feels the cold back of a chair

I typed up this poem and ran outside

to see Santa Claus waving goodbye

"You're on the NICE list this year"

Santa says. "For spreading cheer"

He winks

And by the way, great job on typing.

Then we both run home

and I add to my poem.