A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And put out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know.