The children were hyper and jumping on beds,
While dad told them to stop, 'cuz they might bump their heads.
And now came the time for Elijah to nap,
We try to make snowballs, then they both grit their teeth (ugh)
"This snow is too fluffy" then she threw it at the wreath.
"Let's make a snow angel," I said with a beg,
And I laughed when I heard him say, "That's not myself."
Madelyn's was perfect from her toes to her head.