So excited to go home to my family where it snows,
It's the time of year when we turn into eskimos.
Icicles are the only thing that will grow,
not one single strand of grass is left to mow.
Fields of crystal white,
where Snowmen take flight! ~BC
I would watch this short film every winter as a child, and still do.
Such a beautiful instrumental.
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