Pure white, the color left behind you trails,
Your elegance and beauty are unmatched.
Accompanied by cold and crispy gales,
Yet not to one place do you stay attached.
All people will excitedly await
The special gifts and presents you will bring.
For your arrival, lights will radiate,
The church bells sound and choirs all will sing.
Despite your beauty some are still in dread
Of tedium and the danger when snow comes.
The final leaves on trees will slowly shed
All nature hides away but still succumbs.
Although some mind the dark and murky skies,
The frozen crystals still do mesmerize.
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