As the first winter snow starts falling down,
It covers her hair with a crystal crown.
Sparkling white diamonds covering her clothes,
Bring pink to her cheeks, and rose to her nose.
The world seems to stop, as she passes it by,
The whistling wind croons to the sky.
The roads are all quiet, the businesses closed
The park, like a picture, is prettily posed.
Suddenly out come the children with joy,
Laughter and shouts come from each girl and boy.
As three find a sled, and four the best hill,
they slide and they slide, till each has his fill.
The houses are lit, their warmth shining bright,
To neighbors and family who visit this nigh