Prompt for the written commentary
White footprints left behind
Walking through the brittle snow
Having time to see the show
Walking toe to toe
The tree hanging low
Missed it by a inch
Not wanting to be the grinch
Taking the snow by a pinch
Too cold to handle
Holding a warm candle
Gazing to the light
Over there on the right
Too little to dim
Did you bring the film?
Creating footprints,
taking off in a sprint,
a gush of wind brushes by
making me want to cry
It’s okay,
we can still play
Let's make a fort!
No need to be short
All help is wanted
no need to feel haunted
Hurry up! We can make it to dinner
I won! I’m the winner!
Mom’s gonna be mad
I’m gonna tell dad
Snow is on the floor
I am definitely sure
mom is going to fuss
Don’t worry
We aren’t in a hurry