Walking Through Christmas Snow

At night some houses cold and warm, with candles in the night.

And other houses full of brightness of the television lights. People working,

others they have time, to see and hear the Christmas rhyme.

Last Christmas I was walking through the snow. By myself, and I was

laying low. At Christmas, it's all supposed to be nice. For some presents,

skating on the ice. I saw the snowflakes coming down. Coming down.

The town was beautiful in white. Snowmen that some children made was almost out

of sight. Out of sight. Some people warm and cozy by the fire,