Every day, I play in the snow
And every day, I feel myself grow.

One day I'm fast asleep awaiting santa
And the other I'm wide awake in the dark room.
My time draws to a close and I'm thinking again.
I'm pondering on old days
Of tasty vanilla cookies
And sweet honeyed milk.

I wonder where the years went
And I'm left contemplating in the quiet darkness.
Hearing sleigh bells ringing through the air
And I close my eyes to the sound of them.