The winter wind is a knife on my cheek
The snow falls heavy on the mountain peak
The snow goes on forever.
Our families huddle together
As mum makes soft bread out of dough,
I drink delicious, hot cocoa
That’s why we’re at home with winter.
My brothers and sisters go to bed
I hug my teddy bear called Ted.
I look out the window and see an icy road
Oh, how I hate the bitter cold.
Snowmen are made by children
The clock tower Big Ben strikes ten
That’s why we’re at home with winter.
We sit by a warm fire
And hear, on the ice, the spinning of a tyre.
As I look at the beautiful, snow covered tree
I drink different types of hot tea.
My family sits together
We will cherish these moments forever;
That’s why we’re at home with winter.