Old Santa Claus...

There are millions of red roses on unmade paths
 Our magician father frost created such a miracle.
 Blizzard in the cold winter, generously summer gave
 In January-July warm all of us very surprised.
 White snowflakes down, creeping glass river
 And bathing in the hot summer, indulges himself Blizzard.
 Swept snowstorm with snow-not afraid of heat and thunderstorms
 In sight time mixed up the old grandfather frost.