Crystal trees fantasize our day.
Crisp sounds of our feet upon the ground
Tinkle in our ears with pleasant sound.
Time for joys of riding on a sled
And building snowmen in our play;
Angel's wings upon a snowy bed
Against the holly's green and red.
But once again the earth will sleep,
For that is nature's way
For all the seasons then to keep
Balance in its awesome deep.