We welcome in the season’s dazzling whites
Snow falls like polished pearls upon the land,
When days are short and oh so long the nights
Jack Frost gives warnings with his icy hand.
White faeries dance upon the frozen pond
Their ballerina footsteps soft as lace
The Snow Queen with her mirror now makes a bond
a lonely wish that binds the human race.
The world, now shrouded in December’s mist
With sun no hope, its rays like shards of snow.
But in the velvet blackness we are kissed
by silver guidance from the moon’s bright glow.
On this December’s night begin your sleep
Of dreams fulfilling all desires deep.
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