Smiles on each one living there were a delight.
Do you hear it as the stars twinkle above?
Do you dream of a little village to tuck in the quilts
or dance under the moonlight?
The celebration goes on whether you can hear it or not.
Let your imagination fly away,
close your eyes, listen and sing.
My little village on the mantle delights me
and on cold winter nights I dream of the little people that
live there. Yes, I know they are there because I hear
their song in the wind.
In a hole under the big tree Mr. and Mrs. Seth Mouse
are having tea.
all a very special Winter Solstice.
it is time for my winter's nap.