Winter, it's my favorite season.

Not because of the snowflakes look pretty on the ground.

Not because of the children laughing and smiling.

Nor for the snowball fights or the sledding.

Or for the ice-skating.

I like winter, because of it's cold like me.

Harsh and it's gloomy.

Just like me.

Winter, it can appear to drag on for a year, but,

I welcome its coldness, harshness, and the gloom that comes from it.

Winter it's beautiful, not because of the cold ice crystals that fall upon the earth.

It's beautiful; because of the morning sun isn't so bright,

A small dim light from above.

The sun captures itself inside little ice crystals and makes reflections in the snow.

Winter is my favorite time of year.

Even with its dangers, it's perfect.