A cold season that brews cheer and a glacial wrath
Seeing children bundled up in the fluffy white blanket
Also playing and prancing all through the town
While the white widow weeps amidst the crowd

Everyone’s laughing and dancing around
All while my babies are taking a pound
Soon they will see once I gain more ground
The built up wrath of the frosty crown

As the weather worsens families stay inside
Sparking their fires staring outside, unaware of their demise
Sipping eggnog and cocoa, I will not be denied
Presents under the tree, I can almost hear their cries

*Every year every time they push me to the side
Not this time, for they will fear my devastating tide
My white raiders will ride all will run and hide
And succumb to the power of the great white bride