I had the children each go make
Cut out paper white snowflakes
But after ninety seconds
My son and daughter beckoned
It seems that both my wizards
Had made a little blizzard
Little pieces everywhere
Couldn’t see from here to there
Paper flying all around
Mounds of scraps piled on the ground
"Please," I said to Sam and Tess
Time to clean this awful mess.
Tess and Sam both stared at me
"Mom," they said. "Look, can’t you see."
In the window there they were
Perfect snowflakes sure as sure
Edges cut clear as a bell
Patterns made so very well
There I stood in disbelief
Muttered to myself, “Good grief!
Tell me I don’t understand.
How’d you make this wonderland?”
Not a word from them and so
To this day I do not know