Hills roll on, and on,
as pure as a blank canvas,
covered in white paint
Nightly noises heard
when snowmen and reindeer danced
up on the brick roof
You would be in bed,
crystals raining down like drips,
the cloudy sky wide awake
All is well, his sleigh
looking down on the houses
like a joyous light
Dreams of candy fill
your sleep, the excitement of
that future to come
Tomorrow would be
what you had waited for, so
peace was guaranteed
Not a worry to be
had, not a thought in your mind
but the snow outside.
