The snow can be beautiful.
It can be white and clean.
Horses prancing in its white down.
Snow flakes falling from the cold sky.
Children dressing warm to play.
Yes, snow can be beautiful.
Beautiful when it’s fresh and new.
The snow can be beautiful.
It can be white and clean.
Horses prancing in its white down.
Snow flakes falling from the cold sky.
Children dressing warm to play.
Yes, snow can be beautiful.
Beautiful when it’s fresh and new.
“Mommy, he started it!”
“No! He started it!”
The eternal fight of the siblings.
King of the jungle
THE DEAD GAME
REMINDS ME OF THE SCENE IN MY BOOK,
WHERE THE MUSIC BEGINS TO PLAY
AND THE GUESTS MOVE TO THE DANCE FLOOR
TO DANCE THE WALTZ.
HELP!
WE THOUGHT WE’D FIT.
NOW WE’RE STUCK.
GET US OUT OF HERE!