Silently, softly--
They come floating down
Glistening in sunlight or moonlight
Or the street lights of town.
Each one different--
But very fragile,
Like beautiful falling stars--
Your eyesight is dazzled.
Some people hate it--
They get grumpy and moody,
Others enjoy the quiet,
Clean white beauty.
A time for hot chocolate--
And sitting round the fire.
Making snow angels--
And snowball fights until you're tired.
With all of today's noises,
Hassles and fights--
The first big winter snowfall
Gives us a wonderful Silent Night.
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