Dear Snow,
I was hoping you wouldn't visit for a few more weeks but my children are so glad you are here. They woke up this morning squealing in delight at the sight of you. Then they threw on a few layers on and went out and picked you up with their tiny hands and held you till their chubby fingers turned an icy pink. Your cold kiss left their cheeks rosy and their faces pale. I am so glad you spend hours laying in the yard playing with my children and allowing them to pull you this way and that, force you to stand up, and then lay back down. You truly are the dearest old friend to them and although I could do without your visits, you bring them so much joy.
Love,
Me
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