There’s a little house somewhere with a smokestacks chimney
Evergreens tower the path leading in from the forrest to it’s front door
And a winter girl is set to haunting the halls
Looking for god in places she knows he hasn’t been
Singing off tune to the echoing creek of the floorboards
The winter girl dances listlessly through rooms flash full of longing
Foot steps tracing in a worn path
She stops only to rest at a bassinet in the corner
Where frost first took root
A sudden ending spilling over it’s lace trimmed edges
Solidifying everything into a frozen in time tapestry of glistening ice
A tiny corner of the world folded in
No one any the wiser
Except the evergreens
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
There’s a little house somewhere with a smokestacks chimney
Evergreens tower the path leading in from the forrest to it’s front door
And a winter girl is set to haunting the halls
Looking for god in places she knows he hasn’t been
Singing off tune to the echoing creek of the floorboards
The winter girl dances listlessly through rooms flash full of longing
Foot steps tracing in a worn path
She stops only to rest at a bassinet in the corner
Where frost first took root
A sudden ending spilling over it’s lace trimmed edges
Solidifying everything into a frozen in time tapestry of glistening ice
A tiny corner of the world folded in
No one any the wiser
Except the evergreens