• Wake up one morning and touch the window,
    Tiny ice crystals left on the chilled glass.
    Hang up holiday lights and mistletoe;
    Festoon your future days with gold and brass.

    Air smells of gingerbread and evergreens,
    Small attributes that lock us in a trance.
    The frozen lake starts to blend in the scenes;
    Let the lone wind sing, let the lone wind dance

    Trees have turned bare and give off a sad sight--
    Tomorrow they shall be draped in snow's lace.
    Autumn withdraws her pretty face tonight
    For a silent wonder fastens her pace.

    Child, hear the little bells softly humming?
    Mellifluous signs of Winter coming.