Snow On Demand Poem by Ima Ryma

A white Christmas I'm dreaming of,
But the weather powers that be
Say there's no snow from up above,
So I am going with Plan B.
I go online to the snow place
For an order to my address.
I give details about my case.
Is my snow a go? I say yes.
On Christmas Eve, during the night
The outside of my residence
Will be chilled to let flakey white
Fall, so Christmas morn - snow presents.

How to make a controlled snow zone -
'Twill all be done, thanks to a drone.