Snowflakes dance silencing the world.
Now only soft bells jingle in the night.
Arriving on a sledge glistening from cold,
Grandpa Frost paints all the windows bright.
Secret factories hide beneath the snow,
In that spell bound land of ice,
Where elves create toys which we know,
with star dust and magic of northern lights.
Santa is reading letters from little folks
And packing presents as they appear along.
Whilst, Pixies, mastering their tricks and jokes,
Hide wrappers, gifts and ribbons long.
So many others work their magic spell:
La Befana, a Yuletide witch flying on her stick,
The Three Wise Men guided by the star so well,
And a silver-winged angel who is quiet and quick.
Now only soft bells jingle in the night.
Arriving on a sledge glistening from cold,
Grandpa Frost paints all the windows bright.
Secret factories hide beneath the snow,
In that spell bound land of ice,
Where elves create toys which we know,
with star dust and magic of northern lights.
Santa is reading letters from little folks
And packing presents as they appear along.
Whilst, Pixies, mastering their tricks and jokes,
Hide wrappers, gifts and ribbons long.
So many others work their magic spell:
La Befana, a Yuletide witch flying on her stick,
The Three Wise Men guided by the star so well,
And a silver-winged angel who is quiet and quick.