Winter Wonderland

'Tis the season to be still.  'Tis the season to make fires.

'Tis the season of good will.  Charity the heart's desire.

I close my eyes, and return to my first snow.

The sky is white on this Christmas night, and I have no place to go.

It feels like my first snow.

'Tis the season to prepare, warm and sweet delicious things.

'Tis the season to repair, all our silly bickerings.

I close my eyes, and return to my first snow.

 The sky is white on this Christmas night, and I have no place to go.

I close my eyes, and return to my first snow.

The sky is white on this Christmas night, and I have no place to go.

It feels like my first snow.

"My First Snow"

Matt Morris