Each night I read another story, Finishing them all one by one, Always on the seat at my open window, Hoping he would come. One special snowy frosted night As I tried to keep myself from drifting to sleep, There came a strange yet familiar sound Carried to me by the ever-frozen breeze. A soft and gentle laugh floated Down from above my pane; A slight jingle in the breeze I could have sworn was summer rain. As I turned to blow the flame From my candle burning bright, A cautious and uncertain silhouette Caught my girlish sight. I gasped in surprise as I gazed Upon his youthful face. A quick smile of hello, And he vanished without a single trace. Before I knew what I was doing I knelt before the snow, And as I looked out upon the stars, The second on the right glowed. I blew out the flame from my candle And sat down in my rocking chair. I began to tell a special story Knowing he was still there. While my eyes slowly closed for sleep And my thoughts slipped to Dreamland, The flower blossom he left in the snow Dropped down from my hand. The snow over the sleeping city Slowly began to drift As he smiled at me through my window After giving me his kiss.