Snow and Ice Cream Dreams

 


The snow fell softly, a quiet delight,
Blanketing the world in shimmering white.
Children danced in the frozen breeze,
Their laughter rising through the trees.


Under the glow of winter's light,
A little girl dreamt of a sweet bite.
Not of cookies or cakes or pies,
But ice cream swirls beneath snowy skies.


“Mother,” she asked, with cheeks aglow,
“Can we have ice cream in the snow?”
Her mother chuckled, her eyes so bright,
“Why not, my dear? Let’s make tonight.”


The kitchen turned into a magic space,
A winter wonderland, a dreamy place.
Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry blends,
Scoops of joy with no end.


The girl’s brother joined the fun,
With sprinkles glinting like the sun.
Candy canes crushed, and syrup flowed,
A masterpiece in the making glowed.


Out they went, with bowls in hand,
Into the snowy, frosted land.
Their breaths like clouds in the chilly air,
Ice cream in winter—what a daring affair!


The snowflakes kissed their frozen treat,
A paradox of cold that couldn't be beat.
Laughter echoed across the plain,
Joy from the snow and sweet sugar cane.


A neighbor passed, bemused and surprised,
“Eating ice cream?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Why not?” they said, with grins so wide,
“Winter’s the time for joy to collide!”


The tale spread quickly through the town,
Of children eating ice cream where snow was found.
Soon, others joined with their favorite flavors,
Creating memories with smiles to savor.


A little boy brought his scoop of mint,
His sister with fudge, a chocolaty glint.
The elders came with bowls of their own,
Sharing stories of winters they’d known.


The snow became a carnival of taste,
Where no drop of joy would go to waste.
Ice cream trucks chimed in the frosty streets,
Offering scoops of warmth with chilly sweets.


The mayor declared it a special day,
"Snow Cream Festival" was underway.
A celebration of winter and frozen delight,
A magical fusion of day and night.


Through the years, the tradition stayed,
Snow and ice cream in harmony played.
Children grew, but they’d always recall,
The icy treats and the snowy sprawl.


And so, the legend lives on and on,
In every snowflake, in every dawn.
A reminder that joy can always gleam,
Even in winter, with ice cream dreams.


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