An old country road
Pine trees are laced in white snow
And wind is blowing
A little cottage
Sits on a cobblestone path
Next to a great wood
With frost-kissed windows
Warm lights come from within it
Welcoming cold nights
Holding his lantern
A snowman greets passers-by
In their sleighs and bells
Rosy cheeks and nose
Little boy comes home to rest
After a long day.
Cocoa warms the lips
Fireside chatting begins;
A perfect evening
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