Maggie's experience with the first snow fall...
|Oh boy, I love to be outside. Here I go for my morning stroll...|
|Wait! What is this stuff? Cold, white...|
|It's Manna from heaven. That must be it.|
|Thank you, Lord, for this manna. Amen.|
|And may all your Christmas' be bright...|
|or is it white? I can't remember what it is: either bright or white. Okay, to cover it all, have both.|