I woke up on Christmas morning. I moped to the window, but to my surprise there was snow. It reminded me of a swans feather. I was told it wouldn’t continue, but to my pleasure it did. The first thing I did was rush to put my clothes on. I always wanted to know how it felt to build a snowman. I finally dove into the snow. It felt like I was in heaven with a cloud. At that moment didn’t feel like doing anything but laying on the white ground. As I left the ice-breaking picture I still had the warm feeling inside me. That day I didn’t care if my fingers were about fall of. Sometimes it is important to appreciate gifts. It’s been four years since it last snowed. I’m glad I enjoyed it when I had the chance.