We looked out our bedroom at moonlight:

Now how could we go to sleep

When the world out there was as bright as day

And the snow was lying deep?

So we muffled up and out we went —

Nobody heard us go —

And we stood in the magic of moonlight

In a garden wrapped in snow.

Everything changed, enchanted:

Our garden seat a throne,

The bushes softly smothered,

The trees as white as bone.

For a while we could only look,

Held in spell, but soon

We were shaping hard, cold snowballs

And throwing them at the moon.

Tomorrow: snowmen and snowfights

And clearing a track for the cars,

Treading it all, into slush, but tonight

We snowballed the moon and stars.