He came tramping through the dark of night and left a white carpet that crunched under foot as I walked.
Stomp, stomp, stomp went Jack Frost.
Crunch, crunch, crunch went my boots on the ground.
Every blade, every leaf perfectly covered.
Bitterly cold, barely reaching 0 to 1 degrees for the last two days. Luckily I was out before the weak wintery suns rays melted the frost away.
I’ll leave it to C.E. Pike to express it better than I can
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The happy little sprite
Is working where nobody knows
He’ll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
To windows he’ll creep
And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho, ho!
What fun I have had in the night.