Creation shivers in the cold
 And whispers of a love foretold
Too pure for mortals to behold

Each dancing flake and evergreen
 Adds blessings to the precious scene
Which keep me joyful and serene

No earthly opus can compare
 To swirling strains of gentle prayer
Or angel voices in the air

No bitter winds or frigid talk
 Or fleeting souls that pause to mock
Disturb my tranquil inner walk

When blots of fear or dread are rife,
 Gifts are exchanged to quell the strife―
I give Him faith, He gives me life
 By choice…

Long after winter snows depart,
 A peace remains within my heart
Adorned in tidings to impart―