Outside is dark, dreary
   Without a single beam of white moonlight

The wind has stilled, mostly
   But heavy cold blankets the quiet town

It is dark white, freezing
   A land of ice but for some falling flakes

The silence and stillness, almost overbearing
   Oppressive in a cold, frozen fury

Quiet, peaceful, full of tension
   Not a single soul dares to venture out

But inside, the fires warm-up
   Cold hands and brighten up the reigning night

Frequent shouts, joyful laughter
   Following stories shatter the stillness

Families, content and warm
   Tenderly pass this night together.