And so, they wait. They watch the sky with their dancing brown eyes and wonder when she will open up the storage house for the first time this season. They stare hard at dark trees to see if they can make out any white, even a little. They want to have a cup of cheer with Jack Frost and Farmer Brown, Rudoph and Frosty.And I remind them It might not and Sometimes the forecasts are wrong so as not to get up hopes. I think of the trouble, of the wet and the freezing and the red chapped hands. I check the cabinets to be sure we have hot chocolate. I stand behind them and squint my eyes out the windows, too. And I pull out the scarves just incase.
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