Winters icy patterns
Adorn the window pane
The moon a glitterball
  of snowflake
it's Christmas tide again

Boots are crushing snowflakes
All about the tiny town
Carrollers singing in the distance
A joyful Christmas sound.

My boyhood heart is bursting
Theres no other time like this
As under the hanging mistletoe
My parents share a kiss

now older my chrismas times
Are busy filled with modern toys
But in my heart I feel a longing
For a time of simpler joys