The snow is fresh, the air is crisp,
A frosty morn I can't resist.
Boots crunch down on a powdered lane,
The village hums a sweet refrain.
Chimneys puff their smoky sighs,
As the sun peeks through in pale disguise.
Oh, a snowy stroll, a dreamy day,
The world in white, a grand ballet.
Parkas and toques, a bundled parade,
Through a winter wonderland, I'm swayed.
Oh, the snow, the snow, my heart’s aglow,
In this village charm, where dreams bestow.
Icicles dangle like chandeliers,
The bells of sleds tickle my ears.
The clarinet plays a lilting tune,
Dancing snowflakes join in swoon.
A couple waves from a window bright,
Their laughter warms the icy light.
Trombone calls with a mellow croon,
Trumpets echo like a silver moon.
Violin whispers, soft and low,
Each note a swirl of falling snow.
Oh, a snowy stroll, a dreamy day,
The world in white, a grand ballet.
Parkas and toques, a bundled parade,
Through a winter wonderland, I'm swayed.
Oh, the snow, the snow, my heart’s aglow,
In this village charm, where dreams bestow.
The tuba hums as the night descends,
The snowy path begins to bend.
Each step, a note in winter's song,
Through this magic, I’ll wander long.