Talia Chiarelli

The Best Season

A Canadian winter, where should I start?
Despite the cold temperatures, youíll have a warm heart.
Beaver tails and hot chocolate, on the canal,
Skating until darkness, with an old pal.
Step outside, and your breath will freeze in midair,
But as long as you have mittens and hats, no one will care.
Winter festivals are like an amusement park of ice,
The large frozen slides will make you think twice.
Snowball fights come way too easily,
And a towering snowman will make others look measly.
The temperatures fall deep into the negative degrees,
But thatís no excuse to hang up your skis.
The hockey rink becomes your second home,
The slap of the stick becomes a metronome.
Everyone navigates through the icy terrain,
And a neighbor will be nice enough to shovel your lane.
A Canadian winter, where do I end?
No matter how cold, thereís always a friend.


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