I love this stuff that falls from above
As light as air and as white as a dove
It covers the house, the car, the ground
Without so much as making a sound

I love this cold stuff, I’m such a fan
I can mould it to make a chubby little man
I can turn it into balls, bricks, a number of things
I can lie down and make the shape of angel’s wings

I love this stuff in all the Christmas TV shows
It’s on Santa’s boots and on Rudolph’s nose
It’s in Christmas movies, it’s in seasonal advertising
And seeing it on screen is quite mesmerising

I love this stuff, on all the festive publications
There’s depictions of it on my Christmas decorations
It’s even featured on the nativity next to Mary
Only trouble is… it doesn’t fall till mid-January