Winter
The land now has a blanket bright,
A coat of snow of purest white
As far as one can see the sight.
The air now has a bitter blast
That bites the skin with numbness fast,
And here and there the drifts are cast.
The cars and trucks must drive with care
To keep from skids and sliding there;
There’s tinkling of some bells somewhere.
The homes all dotted up with lights
And decorations in the night--
Such vast array, such pretty sights.
And somewhere singing fills the sky,
A manger scene where a baby lies,
And Christmas once again draws nigh.
Though all seems cold and dark and dead,
There lies beneath this wintry bed
A world in wait for spring ahead.
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