A call is heard it echos through the winds,
Listen, listen soon the celebrations will begin.
A tickle of the clouds to release the show
Snowflakes now dance, as blustery winds blow.
Slowly the trees dress for this eventful gala,
Draped in icicles, their branches ring out
Fa la la.
Perch high the Chicapee, Jay and Crow,
Sing in tune, as branches swing to and fro.
A touch from her fingertips ices the lake,
Bellowing calls of welcome, proud Elk open the gate.
Marching in procession forest friends large and small,
Make their way, following this ancient call.
Lighted tiny being flutter along the mirrored lake.
Moon beams caress his returning light,
Rejoice, rejoice, Mother has birth the Lord of Light.