First Sled

When snowflakes fall, the sleds come out
As children run and jump and shout

With boots and scarves and runny noses
(Also mittens, one supposes)

Frolicking in fresh white snow,
Their rosy cheeks and smiles a’glow.

Can anything make winter’s case
Like joy on any toddler’s face

As, in his new boots, he’s astride
His shiny sled for that first ride?

It’s messy, yes, and cold and wet
But no one watching, I would bet,

Would trade that winter glee he’s got
To live where weather’s always hot.