Snow in Houston

Posted December 13, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

In Houston snow is very rare
When it does snow, I bundle up
I drink hot cocoa inside
There’s not enough snow to
sled or build a snowman
But I do go outside and play
I run under the snowflakes
I watch the sun’s rays twist and
blast off while the snow level rises.

By Adam, 3rd grade

A Place

Posted December 8, 2010 & filed under Notebook.


Snow Snow

cold as ice

fun to play with

Snow Snow

pure snow water

diamond clear

ornaments hang

reach the sky

By Lily, 4th Grade

Photo by annkelliott via Flickr

Winter Poem

Posted December 1, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

Today is

Wednesday, December

2, 1948. I look outside

the window to find a

winter surprise of snow,

a thin layer of white.

I walk outside and it

is cold. I see snowballs

flying around. I throw

one and it starts to circle

around all by itself.

What a thrill to be alive


By Isaac, 4th Grade



Posted December 16, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

It is Christmas
and I am outside playing snowmen,
I mean snow women.
My grandmother, my mother,
my grandfather, my father, and I are all
outside lighting firecrackers.

The sound is loud as gunshots.
It hurts my eardrums but
the fireworks are colorful.
They look like flowers in
the night sky. It is real
cold outside. I am wearing
a pink, fluffy coat. The firecrackers
are flying up in the sky. My God-
brother and I are eating some of the
snowflakes as they fall. I smell fire
from the firecrackers, a sparkler in my hand
feels funny. I am throwing snowballs
at my family and they are throwing them
back to me. I let them hit me.
They’re cold.

Inside we have a contest to see
who can open their presents first. We drink
eggnog and we eat Santa cookies
and Rudolph cookies. We eat Popeye’s
chicken thighs, red beans and rice, and for dessert
we have Popeye’s apple pie. It’s still warm
in my mouth when we play
hide and seek in the backyard.

Whoever gets hit with a snowball is it.
I go across the street to get my best friend
and we play until my grandmother
comes to get me to go to my
great-grandmother’s house.
I like Christmas.

By Xythia, 10 years old

My Tree, Snowy

Posted December 3, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Dear Snowy,

You are a big tree. You carry a lot of nature and hold baby birds. You look like a big giraffe because you have a long and tall trunk. I’m tall, too. Your leaves look like hair and your branches look like my arms. When I touch you, you feel a little rough.

Your colors are pink, yellow, and white. I like your name, “snow” with a “y” at the end. I name you that because you remind me of winter, and in the winter your leaves fall down, and they look like falling snow. In the spring when you come back, you will be the same, won’t you, Snowy?

By Cassandra, 3rd grade

[photo by Jenny Downing via flickr]