Dear Winter,
I think you are mocking me, but I am unsure. It seems as tho you only wish to come farther into the year. I was so sure that you had come to stay, but it seems that you have gone to visit OTHER places along your way. I feel left out. The present you left me on my door step has almost run out. There is not enough snow to satisfy my needs. I know you think I'm a little crazy, but so does every body else in the world. I just wish you would visit me and leave a gift that is long lasting.
I understand that some do not appreciate what you bring, such as the long, dark days. But I enjoy it all. The beauty of your snow falls, the glisten of your moon beams, the frozen hair after I come from the shower. I enjoy it all. :)
So please, stop mocking me, just come to visit for a few months, at least until I get sick of you. (March, April, May-ish . . . )
Truly yours,
Sam
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