Winter is the time of year
When Christmas comes and gives good cheer
And Santa flies on clouds of white
And robins shiver through the night
And trees are bare and streets are cold
And leaves are crumbling into mould
And icy streams flow slow and deep
And little hedgehogs fall asleep
With air so sharp and still and clear
Children's voices we can hear
Calling out in joy and fun
In the low bright winter sun.
And so, my friend, what winter means to me
Is joy in all I hear, and everything I see.
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