In the quiet hush of winter’s night,
The moon casts silver on the snow,
Whispers of winds in silent flight,
Through trees that sway, and softly glow.

Beneath a sky of endless white,
The stars like frost upon the air,
A world asleep in pure delight,
In dreams of peace beyond compare.

The gentle touch of winter’s hand,
Transforms the earth with icy grace,
A tranquil, frozen wonderland,
In every branch, a crystal lace.

Yet in this cold a warmth is found,
In hearths that burn with golden light,
As hearts with love and joy abound,
To keep us through the winter’s night.