The snowflakes drift like dreams at night,
Through the glow of festive lights,
A melody so soft and sweet,
Unfolds beneath our dancing feet.
Oh, wintertime, your serenade,
With love and laughter softly played,
A tender tune that hearts embrace,
In this enchanted, snowy place.
The fire’s warm, it crackles low,
While outside builds a silent show,
A saxophone's sweet, sultry wail,
Guides us through this snowy trail.
Oh, wintertime, your serenade,