Darkness overflows the skies,
daytime seems to fly by.
The cold, frosty, arctic weather
has frostbitten the living, like
a vampire out for blood.
Snow falls and twinkles.
Floating like foam through
the skies. The icy blades are sheathed,
from their arctic scabbards.
It starts from the longest night.
But joy is to come for cold.
Sledding down a mountainous hill,
hot cocoa for warmth from cold,
and Christmas, a time for jolly.
The night may fall longer than,
the day might rise, but still a
full-of-wonder season ever,