Snowballs (falling down) (too real)

On a cold, clear, crystal Christmas Eve, we were gathering with our friends.

Boys and girls in search of Santa Claus, heading toward the roof's west

end. And as we reach the edge of the rooftop,

all we see are snowballs falling down. On the snowman by the wood

pile, see the pipe knock from his mouth. Still no sign

of Santa, we head south. As we reach the edge of the rooftop,

all we see are snowballs falling down. On the carolers in the neighbor's

yard, see them gaily scurrying away. Still no sign of Santa or