There's Nothing Like a Christmas Snow

There's nothing like a christmas snow to make a child smile

 To wake and see a sea of white that stretches for a mile

Sure even those who've never seen a snowflake for themselves

wake to see on t.v. snowy fields filled with elves

Still, there's nothing like a christmas snow to make a child grin

And if that child's eighty-two, so much better then for him

Jack Frost Part Duex

I'm sure you've heard of Jack Frost, how he visits in the night,
so when you wake the land is changed and covered 'or with white
But what happens to 'ol Jack Frost when the summer comes around
and all is green and sunshine, does he leave or stick around?

Does he travel to the arctic, bringing ice caps to the poles?
Does he melt away like snowflakes that land near burning coals?
When it's summer time where you live does he simply pack his things,
and go to a different hemisphere that's fall instead of spring?
Or maybe all that hard work has begun to wear him down
and he decides to hibernate in a hole down in the ground.

There must be some wise expert in  meteorology,
who could give an answer, but that would ruin the mystery.
Who needs to know for certain when wondering is much more fun,
a mystery's exciting, life's boring when there's none.