Now the snow starts falling
In my bed, my skin crawling
Like the boy, his first sled
Smiling up at his dad
Riding his first bicycle
Then watching trees’ leaves wiggle
With the joy of the cold
We don’t feel so old
Now in dark, the sky is white
All is bathed in ghostly light
When calm settled on frozen land
Listen with soothing angel band
Plays a symphony of restful sleep
Sure hope the snow piles up deep