In the twilight of a year's end When frost does nature's breath suspend A tale of magic shall be told Of winter's grip and Christmas bold Hark! The North Wind calls to me A chilling voice from old, from free With icy breath, I survey my land Where snowflakes dance, in cold they stand Frosty fields and icy streams In my domain, where all now dreams But this year’s frost, too harsh, too deep Could the spirit of Christmas keep Nature’s balance, I must restore For the season's joy we all adore A challenge great, with time so brief To save Christmas and its chief Hark! The North Wind calls
