Waiting for Olaf

When I was three or four

I asked my mom whether snowflakes are true

Hearing they are not to us

My heart sank in deep sorrow dust

I see on TV snow falls on land

I also watched until I could stand

Waited for Christmas for Santa and snow

But only Santa came and a wind blow

Dreaming to ice skate on an ice

With all my friends hands together, so nice

I wish I could meet a winter bear

Asking are you OK without a fear

I wish Olaf also with me

Giving warm hugs and laugh with me

I'll be Elsa or Anna indeed

Let's play down the winter street