You open your eyes,
Arising from your warm coffin.
You just happen to glance outside,
You see frozen crystals,
Falling from the gloomy clouds,
Covering the solid beneath it.
That's when you jet into the other room,
Noticing the magic before you.
A tree laying dormant,
As if it were capable of jumping out at you.
Underneath lies symbols of love from your close one.
This is happiness, this is Christmas.