The stars are a box of gems so bright
On this clear winter night.
The rising moon is a smiling face
Laughing at the snowflakes' lace.
The leafless trees are statues grand,
Entwining branches hand-in-hand.
The searching wind sings a taunting song
Reminding of cold months so long,
But his cruel threats fall on ears
That are deaf to his terrible sting
They are full of birthday cheers
For the wonderful Savior-King.