Snowing Echoes

Sparkling and comfortable
Sleeps motionless upon the tree
And covers deep beneath the cold dark sky
In white waves they come trickling
A remembrance of another time
Comes blowing past the lighted tree
And everything smells of pumpkin pie

And nothing can stir the kids
And nothing creeps within those dreams tonight
Something stirs and comes jingling
Leaves behind gifts under those lights

Waking at dusk to only see
A miraculous display of gifts beneath the tree
And laughter giggling jumps of glee
And which one to tear open first
And save the biggest for last
And joy you can see
From the parents' eyes

And nothing can stir the kids
And nothing stops the smells of pumpkin pie
No disturbance of white waves
Nothing stops the sparkling from the sky