Encased in ice, the world forgets to breathe.
One by one the stars fall, welcoming the sleeping babe.

Ashes rise from the flickering of flames, softly caressing the child’s cheek
before floating away on the breeze.

Gently, softly, each snowflake flitters
flutters dancing and swaying
before brushing the earth and giving their blessing
to the newborn, sleeping babe.

Songs fall from the sky, each note delicate and sweet.
Prayers fly from the earth, each word pulsing with heat.

They circle around the sleeping babe, forming a dreamless innocence.
Sleep, little child, the moon and wind whisper.

Sleep, little one, the sky seems to say.
Sleep, my love, his mother tenderly sings.

Sleep until the night ceases to be, and when you wake,
this world shall be of pure white, dazzling beauty.