The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall. Then everything is quiet There is a whisper in the air It ripples through the trees See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their perches in the trees for the newborn And life and love has never felt as strong as now A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry And then they stop and the world is silent The snow has stopped falling The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past The child, a child of time whose Voice comes with the Christmas snows, To give every soul the chance to hear The song of joy and love and beginning, So it is never forgotten; The song of the Christmas Snow