In a wonderland where pastel snowflakes fall, She stands, the fairest winter doll of all. Her long pink locks cascade in softest waves, Across the snowy path the season paves. A gothic gown of velvet, rich and deep, With satin bows that joyful secrets keep; The dark contrast against the rosy frost, Create a fairytale where time is lost. ​The lanterns burn with warm and golden fire, Beside the tree, a glittering desire. The tiny houses sleep beneath the drift, As silence offers up its peaceful gift. With eyes that sparkle like the stars above, She fills the cold air with a warmth and love. A perfect portrait, festive and so bright, The blushing princess of this holy night