The month is December, the middle of winter,

The time of the ice and the snow.

Your dreams are of sledding, and skiing, and snowmen,

And mountains of gingerbread dough.

You look out the window, get hit with the sun,

And see NOTHING is covered in white.

Wait, what?  No snow?  It simply can’t be!

The warmth starts to steal your delight.

You sink in your bed, thinking, “What can I do?”

When you spot a small handwritten note.

“I’ve locked up the snow, it will never come now!”

Said the words that a beast 😈 clearly wrote.

“It’s hidden away till you prove all your skills

Through these puzzles of my creation.”

You hop out of bed and get started because

You’ve got to have winter vacation!