It didn’t snow on Christmas Day
No jingle bells nor Santa’s sleigh
No gifts to wash my cares away
No wings to lift my feet of clay
But two days later snowflakes fell
And broke the curse of sadness spell
Its beauty coaxed me from my shell
And dowsed my flames of private hell
The bitter freeze began to break
Like shards upon the frozen lake
The icy chill of my heartache
Began to thaw and dissipate
The numbing pain of things gone wrong
In this past year will soon be gone
Upon the breeze the robins’ song
As days get longer from now on
— Wayne Visser