Thin frosty clouds numb the shivering moon,
A couple embraces by the window’s glow.
Their silhouettes kissed by the fire’s warm light—
Father Christmas will visit them soon.
In this silent night, bells faintly ring,
Carolers stroll through the streets and sing.
Their candle flames dance with the brisk winter breeze,
Hearts warmed by the joy Father Christmas brings.
In the town square stands a towering evergreen,
Its branches, dressed in snow, their needles weaved,
Each bough adorned with ornaments and light,
While gifts from Father Christmas rest beneath.
Just beyond, the pond is an icy mirror,
Children in skates reflect its wintry cheer,
It glitters and shines like a ballroom chandelier,
They happily await, for Father Christmas draws near.