The twenty-second dawns with snow,  
A winter scene that seems to glow.  
The town itself, a wonder made,  
A snow globe world, so softly laid.  
The rooftops glisten, trees stand tall,  
Icicles dance on windows small.  
The air is thick with magic’s hum,  
As Christmas dreams begin to come.  
The children laugh, their voices sing,  
Their joy, like bells, begins to ring.  
They twirl and play in crystal mists,  
And catch the snow with mittened fists.  
The world feels still, yet full of glee,  
As if it waits for what will be.  
The snow globe shakes, the flakes descend,  
And time itself begins to bend.  
For in this scene, so pure, so bright,  
We glimpse the beauty of this night.  
A snow globe world, serene and true,  
That lives in hearts both old and new.