As snow warms the earth below, 

Grass on earth, ceases to show.

Sadly on this cold Christmas day,

He never showed, to my dismay.

As he left me yet while I was young,

The death knell was in that moment rung. 

It has always been and remains my fear,

That sadly, he will never be right here.

 

Why did he have to visit him?

The angel death, angel most grim

 

There is one thing that I yearn,

Something I will never earn,

Christmas, I ask but one favor,

A wish I know will never occur.

A relation I will not achieve,

Sadly, still I must try to believe.

When will he regress back home through the snow?

The best gift possible, for him to show

 

Listening to that Christmas trill,

I know now that he never will.