Glittering and glistening, white snowflakes waltz down,
Down to the cold, white, frost-covered ground.
When the choirs sing carols and mall Santa's come out from hiding,
And candy canes are passed all around.
When the chilly winter air blows silently,
Moving through bald and frosty tree branches,
And when warm eggnog fills you with a special spirit,
of joy and merriment.
When there's a special type of silence that the snowfall brings
And the scent of oven-fresh gingerbread men,
Fills your home and you with contentment.
When the smell of freshly-cut evergreens and scented pinecones,
Wafts through the town that is aglow with shining string lights.
When church bells belt out a cheerful song in the chilly morning air.
When the glittering and glistening lacy snowflakes fall,
Waltzing gently to the ground.
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