Frosted pines
Breeze brisk in cold
Cranberry on the table
It’s time to make the turkey and stuffing warm by the flickering of the fire
The Christmas snow is white on the ground
The snow falls upon the ground so lightly
It don’t make a sound
Christmas and thanksgiving come running on one another
Frosted pines in the Snow White covered forest draw for beauty as family come to town
The lights are low
For lover’s romance
Let it snow
Let it snow
The fires may be finally dieing
But the romance of the story lasts for all times
Let It Snow
