Winterlude

The sun creeps o're the freshly fallen snow
To light the world for such a gorgeous sight
As that which such a subtle morn would show,
In contrast to the moon shining at night.
Throughout the towns and cities children play
And sing the carols of fathers of old.
On yet the elders make their humble way
To tell the young the stories they were told.
Forth from the heart the season draws its strength,
From joys of past events and memories.
Although it be for such a shortened length,
What good there is of now is seen in these.
So from a shell we break this time of year
As all are filled with glee and Christmas cheer.