Frosted windows, whispers of snow,
Candles burning, casting a golden glow.
In the quiet, hearts ignite,
Wrapped in blankets, holding the night.
Winter’s arms, soft and kind,
A warmth that’s more than firelight.
Even in the cold, we find,
The beauty of love, pure and bright.
Footsteps crunch on icy ground,
Breath like clouds, no other sound.
Underneath the starry skies,
Hope reflects in frozen eyes.
Every snowflake, a story to tell,
Of winters past and wishing wells.
In every chill, there’s a memory,
Of moments kept in hearts set free.
Winter’s arms, soft and kind,
A warmth that’s more than firelight.
Even in the cold, we find,
The beauty of love, pure and bright.
So here we are, together we’ll stay,
Through winter’s night till the break of day.
With every flake, the world turns new,
A season of dreams, shared with you.