One winters morning; No. That's to silly for an introduction of a story. Fine, I'll just change the genre:

The time unknown but known it's morning,
Meaning the day will soon be dawning.
Crisp cracks of ice like shatterd glass,
The warriors of Winter; a metophoric class.
The moisture from my nose goes, frozen by the stinging air,
Not exactly soft, gentle nor sensitive care.
Leaves whisk all around,
The hitting leaves had a russeling sound.
Winter is here,
A chilly time even for deer.
This poem may not appeal,
I am doing this for a festive forest feel.
My cold little nose,
My streched out toes.
Ears lifted and eyes are bright,
This will elongate my height.
See this branch here? I will nuzzle it, to make the snow fall,
Then there it was a bellowed call.
One I have never heard before,
So strange and exciting with shivers, galore.
This sound isn't known,
A tightly wrapped box was then thrown.
My investigated nose gave a tap,
The flowers burst looked like an arranged map.
This was a present, that was for sure,
I had never done this before.
Back to the rhyme? I think so,
This is my attempted go.
Snow near my feet and trotting along,
Be gone old sing-a-longs.
The deers gathered; The community,
Enjoy this festive opitunity <3

~I done one better than this earlier however when I went to post it. It didn't work and I lost it D:
But enjoy! c: