a morphed Nat King Cole classic…

think: ”Chestnuts roasting….”

Sunshine shining on a snowy roof,

Shadows cast by leafless trees,

Tiny lights peeking out—glittering

And birds fluffed up and twittering…

Everybody hoped that snow would fall on Christmas Day—

Hope deferred unto the night:

Feath‘ry flakes floating down from the sky

Turned all the morning‘s world to white.

 

I see a boy out in the lane,

He‘s helping Grandpa shovel snow—a winter‘s game;

I glimpse a little child out for a ride:

Upon her tiny magic sleigh she can fly….

So though my words flow o‘er vast distances,

They‘ll come through music as I send

My hopes you‘ll be blest many ways every day,

In the new year, my friend!