Lying awake in my bed tonight,
Wrapped in my covers so warm.
I think about the snow outside,
That comes with grace and form.

I push off my covers to stand up and walk,
For I can't sleep tonight.
I wear a blue nightgown through the dark,
And I know my hair is a horrible sight.

Out the window in my room I see,
Snow flakes soft and white.
They float all around, then land without sound,
and make the world white in one night.

The house is asleep, not a sound to be heard,
For humans and animals alike,
Take advantage of night as a good time to sleep,
And dream of dreams through the night.

The hour is late, nearly midnight it seems,
Though the chimes have not rung to mark twelve.
I look for a book, one to tire me out,
But I don't see one on my shelves.

I would if the light was on, glowing so bright,
But I won't turn it on in the middle of the night.
For I wish not to disturb other's continuing slumber,
Though I can't seem to get it tonight.

Back into bed I crawl with a sigh,
And I finally get to relax.
Maybe tonight some sleep will come,
Like wetting the reed of a sax.

Finally slumber envelopes my thoughts,
and I slowly start to drift off,
I am almost into dream land,
When my brain starts to go off.

I throw back the covers and into the bathroom,
I run with my face turning white.
Sitting on the snow-white rim,
I sigh and think about tonight,

Maybe I won't get to sleep after all!

Love you,
Pixie
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