A snow-white Christmas Rose
With its soft petals firmly closed
Was struggling to obey
To wake up on a bleak winter's day.

A morning dew made it shiver
Making it ever harder to deliver
On a promise given to an elf
Humble servant and a friend to Her Majesty Nature herself.

So willingly or not, the bloom did wake up
Opening its petals arranged in a white cup.
The elf could now rest and laze around till spring
Dreaming of becoming a green fairy king.

The rose appeared when nothing else would dare to bloom
Afraid of winter's cold breath and gloom.
So much more was it dear to us for it did bring
A glimpse of hope for the distant spring.