The trees in the winter months Branches laden with sparkling snow Like little diamonds reflecting in the sun Dressed but nowhere to go.
Berries dappled on bushes on hedgerows Tucked safely where the wind doesnβt blow Like rubies and garnets on the bushes fingers Dressed but nowhere to go.
Fairies dancing in the midnight moonlight Providing a spectacular floor show. Lacy cobwebs for table cloths and spun specially Dressed but nowhere to go.
The winter is almost upon us Spices enrich Christmas bread dough Icing drips neatly onto the floor in puddles It is dressed but nowhere to go.
I however have my glad rags on, My painted face, rich ruby lips and so With my sequins, high heeled shoes I am painting the town red and raring to go.