Joyful World

I remember my favorite season of all.
The joy that spread through the world.
How often the bells tolled in joy through
the world. For how the trees
would smell of pine so nice
Ginger that smell spread through the house
I wake to the joyful world I walk out
to the white rain and the white ground.
While in peace the sledders go
for the sake of fun they have.
The season sadly may end soon
but all year long joy to the beutiful world
and I remember my favorite season of all.