It was snow day.
It was the first of the many,
And it was the children that were most jolly.
So to the outside they went,
To the snow they felt,
It was white as cloud, soft as a pillow,
but never cold enough to get inside.
The angels came to visit,
they were tall, they were short,
they were there to mark the snow day.
Then came a man, with smile that rocks,
Whose nose was pointy, whose hands were stiff,
but a body so white, so round, it was never criticised.
So the children played all day,
with the man and the angels.
But the best part of snow day,
was drinking hot chocolate and
listening to carols.
Nabihah Ab. Rahim, Negeri Sembilan.