The dawn has come,
The time is near,
For lots of lovely christmas cheer,
The ground is coated in a pure white.
So pure, so beautful.

Snow so crisp and hardly touched,
The light shimmers off you like a glimmering sun.
How i wish to penetrate your surface,
and touch your glittering core.

But to taint your beauty,
Would be like a henious crime,
Like sitting there still,
while baby cries.

But deep down my soul shines of so bright.
Just looking at your fluffy white,
Just like a newborn lamb's fleece,

The sun it has come out again,
and it will destroy you yet again,
So i will have to wait,
To slide my hand once again,
Against your inviting pure surface.