As the soft snow of Yuletide falls,
He gets closer, I feel him near;
But somehow he is hesitant in his steps,
I assure you, there is nothing to fear.

The full Moon glows above,
And I turn, and I see his face;
His sorrowful eyes look deep into mine,
And I see he has nothing that is base.

Yet all thin time he looks at me,
A tear-drop from one eye;
And then I see a sad reflection,
Of people just passing him by.

So I take his hand, so tender and warm,
And I place it close to my heart;
We look up at the silvery Oak,
And realise that we should never part.

The Ebbs and Flows of life, my dear,
aren't as simple as it may seem;
For as you flow in my footsteps, ever remember,
Life is like a beautiful dream.