After
our snowball championship fight,
my brother and I
rush into the house
to warm up,
to dry off.
Mom has hot chocolate waiting.
The rich smell
fills all the corners
of the kitchen.
The mug warms my hands.
My cocoa has 8 tiny marshmallows
floating on top.
My brother has 7.
Who is the winner
after all?
I counted.
When you get cold in the winter, how do you warm up? Do you wear colorful mittens, or a scarf and hat? Do you eat hot food? What does winter smell like to you? What does it taste like? Do you have snowball fights? Who do you have fights with? Write a winter poem about it. Can you curl up by a warm fire to write?
