I am made of snow, pure white snow. The
wintry wind bites every mortal being, but I am not shaken at all. Yes, it is
funny indeed to know that I never catch a cold. Children decorate me by giving my
nose made of a carrot, my eyes made of dark beads, etc. They make snowballs;
they pile them up one upon the other; they give it a shape; finally, I receive
my birth in this way of mirth and cheer. They also provide me with a scarf,
most of the times red in colour. They use buttons also to make my snowy
garments appear attractive. It makes me feel so happy to be a part of the
children’s playtime. They enjoy my round belly by patting on it. I witness their
rides on the sledges. What peace indeed! I feel so calm and amazed to behold
the little children run around me in a circle, singing, playing, laughing, merrymaking,
and spreading their innocence. Unfortunately, as and when it begins to be warm,
a little warm, I get sure that I am at the point of death. That is to say, my body
begins to melt in the warmth. Nonetheless, I can never ever forget the sweet
memories that I receive during my life.
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