Here, in your home by the lake, we spent six quiet, restful days in the deepest of winters. The roads were icy and everthing was white and cold and there was no sun. It was beautiful. We walked and slid down hills, and playerd games, cooked, watched TV. The house was warm and we felt like home. And we wish to come back someday when its green and blue sky and sun, in your magical house by the lake.
