The world is covered with a blanket of snow
Icicles glimmer in the light
Sounds of children laughing
Excited about the visit
Chimneys bellow out smoke
Pots and pans gleam
And the cats got the cream

I sit in a empty house
All cold and alone
No fire in the grate is lit
No presents lay waiting to be unwrapped
  
I cast my mind to days gone by
When laughter filled these walls
When footsteps were in the hall

Forever young with these dreams
But still all alone