The icy air blows in my face

As I twist and turn down the slope

I feel the snow underneath me

A soft cool pillow

Ready to catch me

I have made my way down this mountain

So many times

I know it like the back of my hand

My friends and I laugh and talk

As we hurl snow at our faces

The best part of the trip is the hotel

Where we play card games

And drink too-hot chocolate

Losing track of time

In our laughter and bliss

Finally, it’s time to sleep

So we can do it again tomorrow

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