To EAJ, On A Brandenburg, Kentucky Snow Day, 12.02.25
- Anne Childress
- Dec 2
- 2 min read
The words are highlighted to be like snow!!! :D
To EAJ, On A Brandenburg, Kentucky Snow Day, 12.2.25
The news came in at 6:05,
A scrolling line that made him thrive:
"Brandenburg Schools will close today!"
A sudden, glorious snow day!
Little Emerson, tucked in his bed,
Popped up his sleepy, joyful head.
The windowpane was frosted white,
Reflecting the morning light.
He tiptoed out, so very quiet,
To see the flakes that caused the riot.
Kentucky was a frosted scene,
The grass was lost beneath the sheen
His little brother, Dawson Carter (not Henry: we want Henry to snooze), awoke,
A happy, sound Dawson Carter spoke.
They raced to Mom and Stepdad’s room,
Dispelling all the winter gloom.
"Snow day! Snow day!" Emerson cried,
"Let's bundle up and play outside!"
Mom made hot cocoa, rich and deep,
While Stepdad helped them wake from sleep
And zip their coats and find their hats,
Ignoring all the meows from cats.
With mittens on and boots pulled tight,
They stepped into the snowy bright.
First, rolling snow for a great big friend,
A snowman they would swiftly blend.
Emerson stacked the spheres of white,
While Dawson Carter just laughed with pure delight.
Stepdad found a carrot for the nose,
And charcoal buttons in neat rows.
They named him "Colonel," strong and tall,
The very best snow sculpture of all.
Then down the little sloping hill,
They grabbed the sled with a thrill.
Mom cheered them on with rosy cheeks,
Between their joyful, snowy shrieks.
They tumbled, giggled, fell, and flew,
The world was shining, fresh, and new.
No lessons, tasks, or morning rush,
Just quiet time within the hush.
As cold and tired, they came back in,
The snow day fun would start again.
A fire crackled, warm and low,
To melt the ice beneath the snow.
They played a game beneath the roof,
With Mom providing helpful proof
That even when the wind blows hard,
A family day is the best reward.
A perfect Day Off from school and care,
Thanks to the snow that filled the air.
By Anne Hendricks










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