Angels in the Snow

We used to play in winter's snow

by making angel wings you know.

We'd lie so still with arms up high,

in snow that was so smooth & dry.

Then through the snow, all white & deep,

our arms so carefully we'd sweep

Until our hands o'erhead we'd bring;

Each arm had made an angel's wing!

Then up we'd rise with greatest care,

not to disturb the images there,

And gaze with wonder at the row

of Christmas angels in the snow!

by Irma Sandborn